The Dice

Six seconds.
Fight, die, live,
it’s all decided
in the space of a moment,
a fraction of a minute,
a tenth of our time.
Do I run,
flee,
leave company behind
thirty feet away?
(but I’m short,
I’ve always been,
so twenty-five).
Do I fight,
tooth and nail,
pinned to the ground
by a villain
we cannot see.
Do I wait for an outcome,
for them to move closer,
to see the whites of their eyes
before firing,
missing or killing
but at least acting.
Six seconds.
I count them on one hand,
the sixth a dice
thrown on the table,
my action an arrow,
my fate in the dice.