Plate chain child

I feel the pain
and see you
with nothing to sustain
but this plate chain
handed down…
I see you roam the streets
belly empty,head hollow
but a song
rolling off the tongue
endlessly rung
in its incoherence.
You gallivant the dusty roads
roaming in windy abandon
the ring of your laughter overwhelm the streets
proud of the plate chain
You,a street king.
I see you;
a wretched contentment
and wonder…

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