Prisoner

Even sunlight dares and trembles through my bars to shimmer dances on the floor. A clang of lock and keys and heels and blood-dried guns. Even sunshine dares. It's jail and bail then rails to run. Guard grey men serve plates of rattle noise and concrete death and beans. Then pale sun stumbles through the poles of iron to warm the horror of grey guard men. It's jail and bail then rails to run. Black night. The me myself of me sleeks in the folds and history of fear. To secret hold me deep and close my ears of lulls and clangs and memory of hate. Then night and sleep and dreams. It's jail and bail then rails to run.