solitary crane

the pride of place
sticking out from the crown
straight as an arrow
I surveyed the countryside.
shot up in feet
reaching out to higher glory
as the building grew
I remained above all.
the builders did not return
the machinery all silent
the growth now stunted
I stand tall gathering dust.
forgotten and unsung now
immobile and unmanned
resting ground for avians
I have now become a fixture.
once again life sprouts around
spanners on the nuts and bolts
limbs come off
I am being dismantled.