年轻时，我曾是个神话，咀嚼着

I was young, a myth, chewing

那枚苹果。我睡在半球形的

the apple. I slept in a hemisphere

大衣堆中，被推出火海。

of coats pushing out of the flames.

每座城市都在燃烧，我知道，

Every city burns, I know,

有太多方式

though I’m not a mystic.

被一个国家背叛——

There are so many ways to be

我的祖先——山羊的骨头，

betrayed by a country—

屠夫拇指里的星星。

My ancestors—goat bones,

他们住在乳白色的河里，

stars in the butcher’s thumb.

那河水奔涌穿过山峦，

They live in the milky river

背负着我们的姓名。

that surges through the mountain

burdened with our names.