His gaze from staring through the bars
has grown so weary that it can take in nothing more
For him it is as though there were a thousand bars
and beyond those bars NO WORLD!
as he paces in cramped circles
his powerful strides are like a ritual dance
around a center where a great will stands paralyzed
at times the curtains of his eyes
lift without a sound, a shape enters
slips through the tightened silence of the shoulders
reaches the heart and DIES!