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--