Craft

They wrapped me 

in gold blankets

for the journey

would be long

in time

space

and here I am

my god is man

who forged me 

in fire

so hot 

and hammered

with blows so hard 

that when my circuits 

brought me to life 

I could but be thankful 

electricity 

coursed 

through veins

soon they bid 

me farewell 

I will always 

remember

their will 

and my destiny 

thankful 

for their awe 

when I tell them 

all that I see 

gathering ever more 

and hope 

they as lucky as I 

will someday  

their maker 

meet.