Beggars and Buskers

Prague’s poor,
Beg by day…
On bent knees,
Foreheads to pavement…
A disembodied hat in front,
Head cup turned up
To catch any coins.
They furtive peek
To see nearby passersby
And turn up the pathos.
At night they eat fire.
Begging and busking…
It’s a full day.