CINQUAIN Poem: FOR WHEN THE CROWS SING, by Tayyiba Jadoon

For when the crows would sing till dusk,
For when the thread of vows is frayed,
For when our children had met I had thought they were us from another verse,
For when I had birthed my child I had thought my soul had split until it met yours,
For when I had crawled and scrawled and shuffled the sand with my toes,
For when the sky was as dead as your eyes; I had thought, they were at peace at least,
For when I have been wanting to break the silence, say,
Rest, rest, rest, at least

For when the crow wasn’t at our wall anymore,
For when the clocks were hollow; So were arms,
For when our children were splitting the others’ throats,
For when they birthed theirs and splits were splitting more,
For when the sand was rocky; the ground impure like so our hearts,
For when the life was sucked out of your eyes and your pupils stilled,
For when I was silent as your heart hushed and lips paled; your blood rushed cold, and so did mine

For when the war was over and we were both at rest and lost.

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