那一天，我们在草地玩耍，

My younger brother fell in the grass

弟弟跌倒了，起来后

as we played, and rose

膝盖出现一道深深的切痕。

with a thick gash across his knee-cap,

我们跟着他

we followed him dirge-like

悻悻回到屋内，

back to the house.

然后送他去医院

We took him to hospital

缝合伤口，他的尖叫

to get it stitched, his screams

如声纳，随着

pitched like sonar depending

针尖移动。

on where the needle was.

当晚大夫让他住下。

They kept him over night.

这个医院见证了

This place has seen all

我们童年所有的不幸，

of our childish misfortunes

当年哥哥

but it is also the place

就死在那儿。

where my older brother died.

我们离开时，一个房间里

As we left we heard whooping

传来叫喊，就像

from a room that sounded like

有人在欢庆。父亲说，

celebration, my father said

他们就是在那

its where they tell you

将坏消息告诉家属的。

the bad news,

男人们发出的嚎叫

it was the sound of men

如此悲痛欲绝，犹如犬吠。

so distraught that they barked.

之后，父亲驾车

Later, in the soft glow

送我们回去，

of the dash board dials

仪表盘发出柔和的微光，

my father quietly wept

我们看到他悄悄哭了。

while he drove.