my first beggar in Kolkata

My first beggar
Approaches the window asking
Me like I’m a guru of materiality, “Please,
Just a Rupee for your groupie.”

I can’t understand his words
Directed at the window, his eyes
Squinted, but I perceive,
“My arm tapers to a toothpick—
I’ll even pluck holy beef from your teeth.”
Trust me, I’ve heard this deformity schtick.
“I shoulder this glob of skin that flaps
In the same God’s breath that you breathe.”
Now we’re talking.
“Fill my mouth with notes, for I have nothing
To grasp with, nothing, but shalln’t food
Make the rest of me?”
Cotton currency fed the colonizer. You and I,
We should exchange equally within material reality.

I ask fellow passengers to provide for him, for me.
Oh, and translate please!
“He said he needs a shirt.”