I broke a nail

Remember when they called you
an archetype engine
hard-working
achieving
praising you in a choir
„she was made in Germany“
they changed the lyrics.
Now you‘re just a heretic
expelled from the King‘s garden

Archetype Engine,
she was made in Germany.
But you‘ve long forgotten where you came from
I was scanning the days,
arranging the ticking time
in small jam jars
on your marble kitchen counter.

Every water lily in the pond
every blooming lotus in winter
every fire raining from the purple sky on
my heretic disbelief
I wish I could go back to your garden,
my King.