The Lamppost Crossbar

Cast iron branch

On a man-made tree

Torn from its trunk

By the grip of she

Who was queen

Of a lifeless world.

Pulled through the stars

To a newborn world

Raised as a weapon

And roughly hurled

At the king

Who sang life in the world.

Planted to sprout

As a music made tree

Born to cast light

Till the Eastern Sea

Comes with the night

And puts out the flame of the world