Poem by Jack Brummet: Turning, and revolution

Turning, and revolution
By Jack Brummet


When grass is pulled up
The sod comes with it

There is no one
Without the other

The host and the tenant are locked
In mostly benign equilibrium

Each valley is followed by a slope
And every going followed by a 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 tumble into the moat
The king's body hangs naked

From the flagpole
A ruler topples

And for one fleeting moment
The condition exists for change.
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