All my experience
Distilled into
Three enormous vats,
My lawyers drink from each
To analyse the facts.
Those ruthless rims
Were trimmed with gold,
A sight to behold
As my eyes
Turned the taps,
Pouring slowly
Untrue words from
An advocate.
In my heart I understood
I was never good enough.
I awoke as someone new,
Toothlessly eschewed
And bawling
In a Balkan
Orphanage cot.
Seven Hundred Jisei 