Our Creator

We are a handmade nation.

I being the only one

who has been in contact

with appreciation.

Other mouths open in disgust,

wonder,

but I am enthralled.

Thank you creator,

whoever you may be,

possibly ourselves I suppose,

for imaginations.

But you must have run out

of them in your workshop

because they are dying off.

Surely with new technology

we could produce more,

but no,

we are too busy

producing new technology.

I need my niche,

I need my space

that I have yet to find.