死    后

.

这是我的遗像

尽管扩印得随随便便

我的眼睛

还是明明亮亮留了下来

.

这可是万万没有想到的啊

大家以为我死了

几缕劣质香烟

妄图再一次修改我的脸面

致悼词的家伙故意咳嗽几声

念祭文的，哭腔比笑声还要难受

我尤其注意到情敌

在嘴边挂出几千个微笑

.

我的政敌泪流满面

也唯有他哭得最惨最惨

这也难怪，狮子倒毙之后

山羊还有甚么显示价值的地方？

.

我的债主捶胸顿足

我的借主身心解脱

我的左邻右舍沉默两秒半钟

然后，大家心满意足

送我到地狱去

到百年以后化为黑烟的地方

我的遗像同蜘蛛网挂在了一起

.

甚至在我生日那天

也没有人忆念起我

我的亲人活得快乐幸福

打扰他们真是天大的罪过

我自己怀念自己

从遗像上走了下来

走在没有人认识我的世界

.

    （原载《诗歌报月刊》1996年第1期）

 

.

AFTER DEATH

.

This is a photo of myself, who is now dead

Though it was developed and printed in a slipshod way

My eyes

Remain bright and intelligent

That was out of everybody's wild guess

people thought I was dead

A few wisps of smoke from poor quality incense

Tried in a vain attempt to modify my physiognomy

The fellow making the memorial speech uttered coughs on

                                        purpose

The person delivered the elegiac address in a whining tone

                 which is more unbearable than laughing

I watched with special attention my rival in love

He was wearing thousands of smiles on the lips

My political opponent's face was covered with tears

He was the only one that cried most miserably

This was only natural: when the lion drops dead

Where does the goat show its worth?

My creditor smote and stamped his foot in despair

While my debtor felt much relieved

MY neighbors kept silent for two and half seconds

Then everybody was satisfied

Seeing me off to the hell

To a place that would turn into black smoke a hundred years later

My photo was hanging together with some spider webs

Even on my birthday

Nobody thinks of me

My kin are living a happy life

It is a sin to trouble them with the memory

So I have reminiscence of myself

Coming down from my own portrait

I walk in a world where I am not known

.

(Carded originally at No. 1 Issue of Poetry Gazette Monthly, 1996)