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