Since My Beloved Is Sick And Dying Poem by Suki Nakamura

and since my beloved was sick and dying
spitting blood on the pillow case
i prayed to the gods of the mountains
and the rivers and the heavens

i heard someone that i must make a thousand paper cranes
all white and glossy
i summoned hands to make all these in one day
but then
what i prayed was not really what was best for me
my beloved died

i took all the thousand paper cranes in the open fields
put them to fire
the smoke traveling to the heavens
the ash to the mountains and blown by the wind to be taken by the rivers

they shall all tell how i feel.