Poem: Turning

By Jack Brummet 

Turning

1
The host and tenant are locked

In benign equilibrium.

2
Each valley is followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.

3

There is no relief without an ache,
And no virus without a host.

4
The bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.

5
For a fleeting moment,

The condition for change exists.
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