White, right?

From a word-association exercise in Creative Writing yesterday:

White, right?
and bearded.
Always.
Good luck, then.
For me, a crane.
I like cranes
No crane ever cried
war. Never
hated. Never drowned
the world in rain. Never
did much
but fish,
and I thought you liked
fishers.
You say wrath?
I never fear
my crane-god's
wrath. It's mercy
that you want?
My crane-god grants it–
won't punish one sin.
See the crane in the water–
won't you step in?