Sent to serve as anvils against which craftsmen shape their ware
Chipped and scored and hacked and sawed, no heed paid to their care
Molten wax dipped, metal-wire clipped hooks from which are hung
Boiled sweet acrylic drapes fine polished, smooth to tongue.
Bearing coronets they wait, mute servants against the wall
Nurses take their hard-won crowns to patients to install
Duty done, at last returned to place where they were born
Woman eyes them ruefully, they look a touch forlorn.
Buries them without a word in refuse of like kind
Empathy is not required for things which have no mind
Words will not be needed when the woman’s passed away
She and plaster teeth are equal universal clay.
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