儿子的鸚鵡

没有理由

要扼杀一只

羽毛艳丽

且会牙牙学语的

鹦鹉

像一个自觉有腋臭的人

紧紧敛著翅膀

蹲在

辽阔空间的一角

沉默地看着

我，那只

被我失手扼杀的鹦鹉

MY SON'S PARROT

there's no reason to kill

a dazzling-feathered

talking parrot

like a person conscious of his underarm odor

it crouches with folded wings

at the corner of a vast space

staring silently at me

my son's parrot

that I accidentally killed

with my own hands