HOW TO MAKE FRENDS WITH AN ENEMY
When I’m trapped in a plague
that has no beginning or end
and get surrounded by men
with guns on their shoulders,
who stare at me as if I’m guilty
of poisoning all the wells in town,
I must remember that nothing human is alien to me.
I offer to buy them steins of Kolsch beer,
and some wienerschnitzel and bratwurst
to feed their faces and make them merry.
I then invite them to dance the Bavarian
Schulplatter with me so we can now
be friends and enemies no more.