奇妙的是我如何慢跑

It's wonderful how I jog

踩着四颗磨光的象牙脚趾

on four honed-down ivory toes

我的巨臀滑来滑去

my massive buttocks slipping

每一轻步都像上了油的零件。

like oiled parts with each light step.

我要去市场。我闻得见

I'm to market. I can smell

酸涩，有槽的砧板，我闻得见

the sour, grooved block, I can smell

那开口子的刀刃

the blade that opens the hole

和胖嘟嘟的白手指

and the pudgy white fingers

把肠子甩出来

that shake out the intestines

像一块手绢。我的梦里

like a hankie. In my dreams

口鼻在大理石上流涎，

the snouts drool on the marble,

受苦的孩童，受苦的苍蝇，

suffering children, suffering flies,

受苦的消费者

suffering the consumers

他们不会对视它们不动的眼睛

who won't meet their steady eyes

生怕它们看得见。那个

for fear they could see. The boy

一路赶我过来的小伙相信

who drives me along believes

每时每刻我都会侧身

that any moment I'll fall

倒下然后狂敲我的脚趾

on my side and drum my toes

像一台打字机或是尖叫着

like a typewriter or squeal

吓出屎来像一个新家庭主妇

and shit like a new housewife

刚发现了电视一样，

discovering television,

或者我会像一头野兽转过身

or that I'll turn like a beast

巧妙地钩住他的牙齿

cleverly to hook his teeth

用我的牙齿。不。这头猪不会。

with my teeth. No. Not this pig.