从连片的落叶被下，它鲑鱼般迁徙，

It salmons from leagues of leafmulch

　　　　　　　　　翻腾着扭向门口。

and writhes to the door.

橡树叶的影子在它的脊椎脉和颈项上留下弹坑

Oak leaf shadow craters its spine range and neck

仿佛它行走于屏幕与生灵点亮的乳房之间。

as if it walked between being’s lit breasts and the screen.

它被捉住，它的鹿角被切开，那木封面的十六世纪典籍

It’s got caught, opened in its antlers, the wood-covered 16th century book

算出我正病着。

that works out I am sick.

我将这状态坚持到现在所做的事，躺在卧榻上，数日

I hold this up to what I am doing, lying on the divan, haven’t pissed

未曾拉撒，受感染之马的骑手随着他的黑旗

or shit in days, infection’s horse’s rider lashes back and forth

前冲后突。两颗冬日之星长着甜点盘子的头

with his black flag. Two winter stars with dessert plate heads

两个月前被钉到我股沟两侧的边缘。

two months agowere nailed at either edge of my groin.

我得到蜜蜂之盾牌的年金

I’ve been pensioned a shield of bees

在我的下巴之下，在最初的皮下，一座桥，一袖筒的勤奋。

below my chin, under earliest skin, a bridge, a sleeve of industry.

核磁共振技术询问我是喜爱乡村乐还是古典乐。

The MRI tech asked if I like country or classical.

山茱萸树在盈满的窗户中绽放升腾的怨诉。

The dogwood tree blooms in the full window a rising whine.

此处的温度以鼻子探入，犹如已化作石头的沉淀物。

The temperature of this nuzzles in like sediment that’s already stone.

一把刀等着，小女孩似的，在山下，闪动一下，又一下，小小的

A knife waits, girlish, down the hill, flipping over, over, small

　　　鱼儿闪在那条船底下，笃信的，那把刀，交叉着它的腿

fish flash at the bottom of that boat, convinced, the knife, crossing

再将交叉的腿展开。

and uncrossing its legs.