Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Poem: Turn

By Jack Brummet

1

The host and tenant lock
        In benign equilibrium.

2
Each valley 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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