A girl’s dying wish has been granted.
A thousand cranes fly in formation. Their wings rustling in the air.
Paper squares into myth, transformed.
The ‘Enola Gay’, sleek in riveted metal incubates the egg that will hatch infernal.
The aircraft is the stork of doom, the layer of a nuclear answer.
It is no bringer of life, just like the golden cigarette paper Sadako cadged from the Amercian serviceman to finalise a thousand cancers.
Schoolchildren fold and unfold, small fingers turning back time.
They make that last crane so her wish will come true.
The veteran coughs and shadows dissolve.


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