Not by Blood, but by Words

Please sit

Will you break bread with me

Or will the day see us as enemies

You seem distinctly familiar

Have we met before

As friend or foe or as lovers of yore

Like bearers of some stranger’s curse

Divided not by blood but by words

In a past life as kin

Dressed up in the same skin

Bound together as twins

Or as similar poles set for opposite goals

Please sit with me here beneath the olive tree

While the world goes by a roaring