poem: [when the green grass is pulled up]

When the green grass is pulled up
The sod comes with it
There is no one
Without the other
No valley is not followed by a slope
And no going not followed by return
There is no relief without an ache
And no virus without a host

One who parries danger
Is testing the margins of life
The bricks fall into the moat
The king's body hangs naked
From the flagpole
A ruler topples
And for one moment in transit
Change is in the air
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