a mad bear

How fierce the bear in its cage,
All gone
To the wind,
All purpose lost in a spending
Of moments of madness
In one long shroud it paces through,
In the bright white of the painted zoo -
See, how it swims!
But in its head alone, my child,
And look -
There again!
It caught a fish!
But the fish was dead,
And the brain registers not a clue
In the drab white of Bristol Zoo,
As the sworn shadow of the seal
Locks in a battle royal round the concrete den,
In the caged-up pen,
Not a trace that's true:

See! How it's gone, my child,
How it shakes its' head -
The spirit's dead, my child, the spirit's dead!

By:Syahrizal