The clink of copper coins in the pauper’s tin cup echo and fill the night of the alley.

As if to say, "drop in the empty bucket of the ocean basin."

Two copper coins for a pauper to feed on

The basest of coins, not enough to feed a mangy dog or cute little kitty

Thrown with great importance into a starving man's cup.

Two drops of water to quench his thirst as he traverses desert society in search of an oasis.

The man with tiger skin fur draped across his shoulders

Gold rings on his knuckles

Dripping in ice on this freezing night

Struts away from the unnecessary echo he created.