所有野獸都戴花，所有神都穿布衣。

Each beast wears flowers, each god cotton robes.

這最深的峽谷，應和著河流。

This deep gorge answers rivers.

太陽神的圖案對著藍霧。

Apollo’s track trails blue fog.

影子們長出白牙，照料

Shadows grow white incisors, minding

各自的呼吸。鋒刃與枯骨

their own respiration. The cutting edge, the withered bone

互相追逐。佈滿青苔的石像

pursue each other. The statue, mossed over,

吞吐哀歌：願流水結冰。

breathes elegies in and out:

may rushing water freeze.

我選擇了沉默。有人曾在這裏遇害。

折斷的大樹，橫倒在未亡人的體內。

I choose silence. Someone died here.

泥土的哭泣一片寂靜。

That big tree, fallen forever in the minds of survivors.

Earth mourns, a vast, silent sheet.

但那划皮艇的男孩才十二歲，

他不知道血色的河流，曾漫上山崖。

That boy rowing a skiff’s only twelve,

殺戮已被抹去，沒有人被告誡。

can’t know the blood-red river

plunging over falls, the slaughter

now rinsed clear. No warning.