Death of a Cell

I’ll bet you didn’t know that the bars of your cage ache as well,
Too fixed, as you are, on your own solitude and greif.
It aches down to the marrow with the weight of the cornice
Pulling itself ever downward until it lands,
A mound in earth,
Reverse birth into its mother.
Perhaps this is the real lesson, you do not think,
That watching the sinking motion of our vessel teaches as much if not more
Than scratching our small existence into the metal cot frame for lack of better artifacts.
The bars will soon sag, the cell itself collapse,
A lung in mighty half-breath
Meat overpowering tense metal hanging central coils collapse and snap
Perhaps, marking the final moments,
You will understand the truest prisoner was never you,
But your walls.