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.
In the closed room of a jail cell, you see little from the outside world. In rare occasions, sunlight sometimes shimmers it’s glow through the cell bars. The sunlight in this case shows the horror of the guard’s deposition, and only worsens the prisoners mood. 

Prisoner