天葬诗
气喘吁吁
他们把一个快腐烂了的
诗体
抬上天葬台
还来不及用斧砍刀切
它便自行崩溃肢解
涂上香油
他们把那些原本华丽铿锵的
词片与字块
高高向天抛起
让死亡使者去接引超度
蹲坐在不远处的枯枝上
一群兀鹰紧敛著翅膀
任那些没有血肉的东西漫天飞舞
它们只来个相应不瞅不睬
上过几次当以后
它们都已学了乖
SKY BURIAL OF A POEM
huffing and puffing
they carried the corpse
of a poem
onto the sky-burial site
without the touch of an ax or a knife
it fell to pieces by itself
embalmed with aromatic oil
they tossed, high into the sky,
words and phrases
that were once beautiful and in good rhyme
hoping the Emissary of Death
would catch and take them
to heaven
without even casting a glance
the vultures, with their wings folded
just perched on the dead branches nearby
they had been taken in too many times
by such tasteless stuff
devoid of flesh and blood
Sky burial is a Tibetan custom of disposing a corpse by cutting it into
pieces which are then scattered for the circling vultures.
