The bone-crushing pain

欲將變身美洲豹

of turning into a jaguar:

那粉身碎骨的痛苦

palpable in the shaman’s

觸手可及，從雕刻於玄武岩

cleft head carved in basalt

或玉石上的巫師

or jade; in his down-turned

裂開的顱頂；從他嘴角下耷

squared-off open mouth;

張開的四方形口中；

lips stretched and dilated

脣因分娩或尖叫

in birthing, in a scream.

拉伸，擴大。

Try to imagine yourself

想像你

crossing from one world

從一種世界的痛

of pain into another, the quiet

跨越到另一種，從沉靜中

needed to summon the fury

召喚出狂暴

needed to catapult you over.

將你拋送過界。

For the umpteenth time,

無數次的，

until entranced, I trace

像是著了魔，我描繪

a talismanic cascade of curlicues

那一串護身符似的花飾，

copied from an old book.

它從一本舊書上拷貝。

Images smuggled out

偷渡來的畫面，

from the border, TV loops,

在電視上循環播放，

stream even my closed eyes.

淹沒我閉上的雙眼。

In no other world but this,

就在我們身處的世界，

we watch as mother is again

我們目睹母親

and again torn from child,

和孩子被一次次拆散，

no glyph known for repair.

沒有什麼符號可以修復。