Crows in the evening

We are now in endless shards
Of sunlight embedded in walls
With the crows sitting in them
With their triangular feet as if
They made footprints in soap.

The shards cut day’s sun in us
Evening bleeding with shame
And the crows prematurely sit
Before cement is properly set
And goes dry by the next sun.

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