Stowed away 

like a lost soul on an ocean going vessel

rotting ship 

I can hear above me men laughing

Glasses clinking

Dishes clanking

The rats scurry by oblivious 

To my presence

They found and put me in irons

I'd work for my keep

But I'm chained like a dog 

Like a man in the bastille

C'est vrai 

C'est fou!