An Ironclad Life

I once could laugh at the worst moment
Of a porcelain life,
When sourgrass stung
The scrapes on my ankles
And I was free to seek
A siren’s song.
I could tilt back, aglow,
Spinning in this chair of mine,
While laughing at the sound
Of laughter
Until the porcelain cracked
And made webs out of me,
And soon, a porcelain life was shattered.

I tried to laugh at the worst moment
Of a copper life,
When I savored the
Deepest of solitude
and dreamt of drinking in
The years deferred.
But I would curl up, ashamed,
In this same chair of mine
While sighing at the sound of laughter
Until the copper corroded
And made rust out of me,
Leaving you to find
My silent grievance:

I cannot laugh,
I cannot sigh
While leading an ironclad life.