Except for his gleeful parodies
spoken on the spot
to those de-boarding buses
weary and lost, or to the fretful
fleeing the capital, or to the defeated
who cannot, but truly to no one at all, 
announcing where they've been
And why they're going

Their circumscribed world
         he circles daily. At the intersection
         fear of being seen
stymies him

Of the beggars, he alone
dressed for this morning's performance