In this dark-grained news-photograph, whose glare

这张有暗纹的新闻照片，它的眩光

is rigidly composed as Caravaggio’s

构图严格，就像出自卡拉瓦乔之手。

the corpse glows candle-white on its cold altar--

里面的尸体，闪烁着白色烛火，在它冰冷的祭坛上——

its stone Bolivian Indian butcher's slab--

是玻利维亚印第安屠夫的石案板——

stare till its waxen flesh begins to harden

凝视，直到蜡白的身躯渐渐僵硬成

to marble, to veined，Andean iron;

大理石和有纹路的安第斯铁；

from your own fear, cabron, its pallor grows；

你们这帮孬种的恐惧，让它变得苍白；

it stumbled from your doubt, and for your pardon

你们的怀疑，曾让他跌跌撞撞，就为了你们的宽恕

burnt in brown trash, far from the embalming snows

它燃烧在棕色的落叶里，远离了防腐的雪。