Wrapped in algae and scales
Pulling him green from the sea
His bronze body with noseless head
A thin jacket turned pale from the salt
A tired look with his hand behind
I recognized him immediately
Did we buy him at the market?
Was he a tip from the pirates?
He had lost his bracelet,
Engraved with his age,
Country, skills, language.
But, we immediately read
The inscription on his neck which could not be seen
I CAME TO THIS WORLD,
TO WORK
EN 
MK