The thundering, hammering pinpricks.

I am loved under the hand, just sew.

I take the hits and keep moving forward,

There is no choice.


We turn corners together –

His hands and my sides.

Screaming in pain I am drowned out

By the machines squealing whirk.


The Master shapes me,

I don’t understand,

But I wait and persist.

I do not break.

I still exist.


More beautiful, more useful

Than ever before.

(Only link I could find to hear it online)