Sunday, July 01, 2012

Poem: Turning

By Jack Brummet



1
The host and the tenant are locked
In 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.

2

The bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
For a fleeting moment
The condition exists for change.
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