Reclamation 2

There is nothing for the sparrows here.
nothing.
even the crumbs have been lost to ants.
so the sparrows leave their white wash droppings here
and the dust makes a silent coup
the next coup will raze again.
the sunlight enters on its belly
colour sucking everything.

soon dimensions will retract to a single digit
and there will be no need for names.

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