<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。</p><p class="ql-block">作者：依尔福elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">沈阳啊沈阳</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">平躺的，一如既往的父亲的脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 前辈所有的珍贵用具和祈祷制品</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">像大密度的电子云</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 和善于思辨的法官</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">我们之间可有沉默？这沉默让我们忘记</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">曾经有一个姑娘，跳啊跳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">头发跳得跟乌鸦一样黑，跳吧</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">姑娘，在大门外的台阶上跌倒，再也爬不起来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">平原空洞的炮声，鸟儿在那里飞舞</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">干燥的影子止住哭声。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她死的时候，还在褥产期</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">人们正巧赶往一个大坑</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">蒙受恩泽的人，是可触摸的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而不稳定的时间，坚硬地牴住它们的角</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 烟雾从脑袋冒出来</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 在难以区别的岁月之间</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">道路汇聚像麻绳</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">拧成一股</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">摸着开始变白的头发</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">一张风霜的脸</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 像我们这类人？注定要消亡的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">实际上我们只是这种注视的</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">沉淀物</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">就当另一个人在身边</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">就当军队从皇宫东头走到西头，代表全部好看的花纹</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">SHENYANG, OH SHENYANG</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">My father’s face, lying flat as always</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">All the precious belongings and prayer objects of our elders</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Like a dense cloud of electrons</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">And a judge skilled in reasoning</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Is there silence between us? This silence makes us forget</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">That once a girl, dancing and dancing</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">her hair as black as a raven—dance on</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The girl fell on the steps outside the gate and could never rise again</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">The hollow cannon fire of the plains, as birds fly over</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">dry shadows cease their weeping.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">When she died, she was still in her postpartum period</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">People happened to be heading toward a great pit</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Those who have received grace are tangible</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">while unstable time presses hard against their horns</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Smoke rises from the head</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">between indistinguishable years</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">roads converge like hemp ropes</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">twisted into a single strand</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">Running a hand through hair that’s beginning to turn white</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A weathered face</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">People like us? Doomed to perish</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">In truth, we are merely the sediment</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">of this gaze</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">As if another were by my side</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">As if an army were marching from the eastern end of the palace to the western, representing all the beautiful patterns</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>