药姑山人的尊严

中国药姑山胡艳平

<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">药姑山老人说死</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像说一场赶集</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">声音里不带半点颤</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">只怕给儿孙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;"><span class="ql-cursor"></span>添了捆要背的柴</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们早早就瞅准了木匠</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把汗珠子滚成的积蓄</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">数了又数</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">活着为自己要做一口棺材</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">木料得扎实</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">漆要亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像年轻时盖的那间瓦房</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">不能让人戳脊梁</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">棺材就蹲在堂屋当间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">像口沉默的柜</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">他们端着酒碗靠过去</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">烟袋锅里的火明明灭灭</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">和棺材上的木纹说说话</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">这铆钉得砸实喽</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">防水漆再刷厚些</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">顺带盘算着寿衣的针脚</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">纸钱要裁成什么样的方</span></p> <p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">仿佛死亡不是终点</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">是挪个窝</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">把这辈子攒下的体面</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">连同对日子的念想</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">都仔细打包</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:22px;">带着走</span></p>