They laughed at her
Standing there trembling
Like a naked and skinny calf
New born and stilted
Slanted a little to the left

I laughed along
With them
Sorry,
You're not who I thought you were
Maybe I'm not made of bronze
With golden hair
Nothing metallic
Nothing precious
Just dirt
And dust
And rust
And a black wax heart.

They laughed at her
I laughed along with them
Because there is nothing else left
Of you
Or me.