I was young, a myth, chewing

年轻时，我曾是个神话，咀嚼着

the apple. I slept in a hemisphere

那枚苹果。我睡在半球形的

of coats pushing out of the flames.

大衣堆中，被推出火海。

Every city burns, I know,

每座城市都在燃烧，我知道，

though I’m not a mystic.

有太多方式

There are so many ways to be

被一个国家背叛——

betrayed by a country—

我的祖先——山羊的骨头，

My ancestors—goat bones,

屠夫拇指里的星星。

stars in the butcher’s thumb.

他们住在乳白色的河里，

They live in the milky river

那河水奔涌穿过山峦，

that surges through the mountain

背负着我们的姓名。

burdened with our names.