I was strip searched by sunbeams
Interrogated by the breeze
Put on trial by butterfly screams
Jailed in turquoise fields
Bullied by guards in pools of shards
In a stink of echoes and heel
Broken, a token of cardboard gruel,
On a parabolic punishment wheel
Last, I was rehabilitated
Released with a clatter of geese
Into your open sesame arms
And a final, whispering peace
© Julian Yaqub 2026