Sent to serve as anvils 'gainst 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 'gainst 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 'mongst refuse of like kind
Empathy is not required for things which have no mind
Words will not be needed when the woman's pa**ed away
She and plaster teeth are equal universal clay.