Silence,--Silence! It's the hour of deepest hush of night! I stand alone on this empty cobble stoned bridge. The fog, my recent companion. I stare down at the murky water and the horrors I face. Hundreds of drowned men and women stare up at me.Their mournful gray faces with regrets half spoken.
Sleep. What is sleep? A sweet unconciousness of dreamless rest? I don't remember. It feels a century since I've slept well. Does anyone sleep well? Save children and hard worked diggers of the soil.
I have a new visiter. A horse and buggy. The rich couple inside laughing and mocking the poor. Mocking me. The wheels splash the ragged form once known as me.
I use to be that man.
I use to be that woman.
I use to be the couple.
It's the drugs, I thought, that brought me to this state,
The poison of France.
The Green Fairy.