Crumpled Origami

Delicate child crane,

Born from this life,

Stretches its thin, rice-paper wings.

How transparent and lucid,

Those thin bones.

How heavy, the weight of the world.

Far too heavy, for the skeletal

veins trickling through the

faint heartbeat of these

paper children.

The inevitability of destruction,

Society's iron will which

rejects all those beautiful

in their fragility of mind.

Crumpled origami,

the torn, mangled architecture

of thin, whispering paper

inflicted by those biting tongues,

oblivious to the perfection

in the weak.

Not knowing that those broken

-are the ones who never bent

to the iron will of

this cold world's fury.