The Front Line

In a muddy trench

my enemy breathes

the hurried breath.

Hearts pounding,

awareness too quick,

no time to fear

or even get sick.

What he feels about me

I feel about him

but right’s on my side

I think to myself

as he thinks the same

to his righteous self.

Four eyes revere 

a neutral sky.

The dice are thrown.

A life will die.

Every bit as full

and valid you see

and I’m just thankful

it wasn’t me.

by Dave