Boyka's Meal

Boyka stands before the bars,
Waiting for the passing guard.
He waits for this, his moment's here.
He's done this for more than six years.

He spots Yvan, the guard he seeks.
He brings a tray of luscious meats.
"Now what is this?" he thinks aloud,
"There's more than bread and water now?"

Yvan arrives, offers the tray,
Yet Boyka simply hesitates.
"Yvan," he says with wondering eyes,
"Is this a trick, some cruel disguise?"

"You never bring me meals so nice.
Most days I feed on bread and ice."
Yvan replies, "You mindless freak,
You will not eat a thing this week."

Boyka falls onto the floor.
"I cannot take this anymore!
One hundred and forty more days
I must survive this tortured maze."