Crassus

Wall ends abruptly
A cavernous mouth, was there
Ever a door? Did air serve the mocker
His breakfast. How I am no less, although
Considerably less
In terms of space, in terms
Of terms, I am now liplocked
With the air, my own prison

I can see the way out, but not the way through
How can I blame him for choosing the bread, the wine
I feast upon it myself, it is the only thing
Keeping me