Little Man's Granddaughter
The stories go like this:
If America had not dropped The Bomb,
millions more would have died;
and the war ended quickly, neatly.
If you fold one thousand paper cranes,
the kami will grant your wish.
You didnt die in the explosion,
but The Bomb killed you:
ten years later, you lie in your hospital bed,
weakened feeble hands folding, folding, folding
each orizuru bringing you closer to one thousand,
but you died too soon.
Back in America, my father was being born.
I stare at the portrait of my grandfather,
in his U.S. Air Force uniform,
interrupting medical school and leaving his wife
to fight a war that the Kamikaze blew over him.
He survived.
I was born.
Can you forgive me for living?
I owe my existence to each shadow burned into the sidewalk,
every clock eternally fixed on 8:15,
thousands incinerated in one ripping flash,
to Hiroshimas lingering radiation
sickness, cancer, leukemia,
to mushroom clouds blossoming
in the lonely American desert,
to Soviets parading their warheads through Red Square.
duck and cover, duck and cover
I am healthy. I live a good life.
If I knew origami,
I would fold you new bones
of the most beautiful chiyogami
a new paper heart
and give you my blood
but I dont even know how to fold a crane.















Devious Comments
Comments
It's beautiful.
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I am Jack's raging bile duct.
I am Jack's cold sweat.
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.
I am Jack's smirking revenge.
I am Jack's wasted life.
I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection.
I am Jack's broken heart.
I am Jack's @w@.
The only line that didn't work for me was "and a the war ended quickly, neatly." For a start, I don't think you need "a" as well as "the".
I loved the 2nd and 4th stanzas best, especially "Can you forgive me for living?/ I owe my existence to each shadow burned into the sidewalk,/ every clock eternally fixed on 8:15". In a way these lines remind me of Christianity, with the idea that we're born sinful and need to apologise... (yeah, I draw weird links from things
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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.
Clicking this link will give you superpowers*.
*May just be a very sneaky way to make you look at my page. But probably not.
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Pretty neat - but is that "a" in there a typo?
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Little Man makes sense....
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"Falsehood can hold out against much in this world, but not against art." -- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
LOOK AT MY BLOG, BITCH!!!!! [link]
Yeah. Mistress of All Trivia Useless. XD
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"Where are my minions? I was promised minions!"
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"Falsehood can hold out against much in this world, but not against art." -- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
LOOK AT MY BLOG, BITCH!!!!! [link]
I PM'd the guy that put it up - perhaps he has voice of Walt.
If you hear a scream of joy, consider it a yes. XD
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+Red Baroness+
"Where are my minions? I was promised minions!"
Propheads and Jetjockeys:[link]
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"Falsehood can hold out against much in this world, but not against art." -- Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
LOOK AT MY BLOG, BITCH!!!!! [link]
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