月夜里经过的火车

by Wang Xiaoni

之一

 什么经过,是什么,实在凄凉,实在是沉。

有个家伙长久地在钝物上拖铁索

载火的车,吃的铁,穿的铁,想的铁。

惊坐起来,我四处摸铁索。

 

之二

大地发白,月亮正在下葬

葬礼拖得无限长。

被那怪物吃进去的赶路者

漫长地忍受这冰凉的晚上一寸寸勒进肉。

大地蹦跳着迎接磨损

光亮就将耗尽,满天轰隆隆的都是黑。

 

 之三

月亮偶然睁开它的三角眼

夜晚翻滚。

正转弯的火车,屁股先亮了

拉满家书的邮政车,晶晶露白骨。

据说骨头不值钱,心情抵万金。

 

 之四

心啊,没什么可喜欢的

只能喜欢夜空背后黑汪汪的深。

火车慌不择路

用力抓紧镶金嵌银的土地

生怕被抛出去,生怕凌空倒坠。

蜈蚣在打滑,四脚朝天,呵呵,就在这淡月夜。

 

 之五

火车,在鬼影下挨家挨户敲玻璃

披白斗篷火车的,一个玩伴也不放过。

谁能跳出这游戏

拒绝和火和铁和过往的自己扭在一起。

时日都不多了。

玻璃里钻出石英,石英正拼命下雪

天下就要大白,嚯,火车都远了

为什么还要四处摸铁索。

 

2011,6,深圳

Train Passing Through a Moonlit Night

by Wang Xiaoni

I.

What is passed by, that’s what there is, desolate, silent.

And this thing, forever dragging iron chains over dull things

a train loaded with fire, eating iron, wearing iron, thinking iron.

 

II. 

Sitting up startled, I feel iron chains all around me.

 

The earth turns white, the moon is being interred

the funeral drags on forever.

 

The hurrying ones consumed by the monster

endure the endless frigid night that cinches inch by inch into flesh.

The earth jumps to welcome its damage

the light will be used up, everything that rumbles through the day is black.

 

III.

The moon happens to open its triangular eye

night churns on.

On the turning train, the caboose lights up first

the mail car stuffed full of letters from home flashes bone.

 

It’s said that bones are worthless, a state of mind is worth millions.

 

IV.

Ah this mind, there is nothing it likes

it can only like the boundless black depths behind the night sky.

 

The train is too flustered to pick a track

it grasps the gilded silver-inlaid earth

for fear it will be thrown off, or soar up and crash back down.

Centipedes slide about, landing legs in the air, haha, in the pale moonlit night.

 

V.

Under the shadow of ghosts, the train goes door to door knocking on glass

the white-cloaked train doesn’t let a single player off.

Who can quit this game,

refusals and fire and iron and the self that comes and goes all intertwine.

 

There isn’t much time.

Quartz burrows out from glass, quartz risks its life to make snow

the world is about to be exposed, all the trains are far away

and why do I still feel iron chains everywhere?

 

 

 

6.2011, Shenzhen

 

 

translated from Chinese by Eleanor Goodman
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