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

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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!"

（写于1970.3）