Thursday, October 03, 2013

Poem: Turning

By Jack Brummet


  1 

The host and tenant lock
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 
Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.

 5 
For a fleeting moment
The condition for change exists.
                 ---o0o--

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