
07/09/2024
Bars.
Guardians and prisoners forlorn
Uniformed and in uniform.
Four walls, four fences, four streets
Keep an eye open each as they sleep
Routines of the restless, promptly repeat
tick and tock and beep
Wrapped clerks and captives
In cell blocks or cubicles trapped in
Grid carpet and slow clocks
Don stripes and knots
Wait on timed locks.
The world, once infinite, stops.
Both warden and con,
Large or small, within a box.
Watcher and watched,
Decisions each botched.
Through mirrored glass or barred windows,
Playing a six shooter roulette bingo
Whilst praying to the same stars,
Beyond the tower guards, just as far.
Not only above, but around,
On one within them, held down.
The joys among them, also here
But terrors upon them, also near.