What is this?

Alms,
out of pity?!
Fake gold, a slap
in a heart's need?!

Take it away!!

I had it all,
once...
A threshold,
a sanctuary,
iridescent,
for a bird
to borrow...

Oh, grand, it was!

What, now, is this?
What?!
Scraps...?!

All right.
I'll take them.
Leave them, please.

But go.

Just go.