晨雾


吞食了司晨的雄鸡
一条口喷毒气嗤嗤作响的蟒蛇
流水般从容地
向树林深处逸去

此刻在烟幕弹的掩护下
一排染血的刺刀正在轮奸
一朵含泪的花

另一个角落
猛抽烟斗的老头们
窃窃计议如何收购
世界的初夜权

而站在楼台高处舒展双臂的诗人
在深深吸进了一口湿软的空气之后
忍不住呼出
『多美的晨雾呀！』


MORNING FOG


after gobbling up a dawn-announcing rooster
the hissing python leisurely slipped into the deep woods
spraying poisonous mist on its way

right at this moment
under the cover of smoke bombs
a group of bayonets are violating in turn
a tearful flower

at another corner
a bunch of pipe-smoking old men
are plotting in secret on how to purchase
the virginity of the world

after inhaling a mouthful of soft, moist air
the poet standing at the top of a high-rise building
exclaims in delight
"what a beautiful morning!"

（1970.3）