菜市场 /李太伯 （No. FF014）

In The Market
    Tr. Firefly

I hear a scream of the world
Which boils the daybreak of the festival.
Who is peddling at full steam
Like a sharp knife cutting a chest
Then upward breaking the heart
Red blood suddenly spouts upward

The horse face and cattle head dissected from their bodies
Are sitting in peace on a chopping board.
Who is haggling over every ounce
With whose forefinger gracefully pointing?
Pointing at the steel knife for deboning
To separate meat into chunks

Whose head portrait is
On the bank paper in my hand,
Which the landlady is checking toward sunlight？
Looking at the people hustling and bustling at my side
Standing in boundless huge crowd, I suddenly become disoriented




菜市场
/李太伯

我听见世界一声尖叫
沸腾了节日的黎明
是谁在拼命呼喊
象一把利刃划开胸腔
继尔向上挑破心脏
鲜红的血喷薄飞扬

脱离身体的牛头马面
在案板上端坐安祥
是谁在斤斤计较
食指优雅地指指点点
指点那把剔骨钢刀
把肉分成斤斤两两

我手中的纸币
印着谁的头像
老板娘正冲着阳光打量
看着身边的人熙来攘往
我呆立在人海中突然失去了方向