那不是你们的母亲，是她的尸体。

That is not your mother but her body.

她从我们的窗户跳下，

She leaped from our window

跌在那里。那些扯着她的

And fell there.  Those are not dogs

不是狗，看起来像狗。

That seem to be dogs

记得吗，从巷子跑来的瘦猎犬

Pulling at her.  Remember the lean hound

高高的衔着挂下来的狐狸肠和肺？

Running up the lane holding high

看，谁在街头四肢趴下，

The dangling raw windpipe and lungs

蹦向你们的母亲，拽她的遗体，

Of a fox?  Now see who

抬起他们狗似的嘴巴，换着新的姿势。

Will drop on all fours at the end of the street

保护她，他们将撕扯你们，

And come romping towards your mother,

仿佛你们更加是她。

Pulling her remains, with their lips

他们将发现你们全身的肉

Lifted like a dog’s lips

和她的一样新鲜多汁。

Into new positions.  Protect her

营救她原来的模样太迟了。

And they will tear you down

我把她埋葬在她跌倒的地方。

As if you were more her.

你们踯躅于她坟墓的四周。

They will find you every bit

我们排列从阿普尔多运来的

As succulent as she is.  Too late

海贝壳和有花纹的大鹅卵石，

To salvage what she was.

好像我们是她本人。但是有一种

I buried her where she fell.

鬣狗群不安地顶风而来。

You played around the grave.  We arranged

它们把她挖了出来。它们大吃

Sea-shells and big veined pebbles

她营养丰富的尸体，甚至咬掉墓碑面，

Carried from Appledore

吞下坟墓的装饰品，咽进墓地的土。

As if we were herself.  But a kind

那就由她去吧。

Of hyena came aching upwind.

让她成为它们的猎获物。去把你的头

They dug her out.  Now they batten

隐藏在布鲁克斯山脉积雪的河里。

Of the cornucopia

去把纳勒博平原外边盘旋的风

Of her body.  Even

遮住你的双眼。让它们抽动尾巴桩，

Bite the face off her gravestone,

狗毛倒竖，对着它们的

Gulp off the grave ornaments,

交际酒会呕吐。

Swallow the soil.

考虑最好用神圣的关心

So leave her.

把她搁在高架的铁格栅上

Let her be their soils.  Go wrap

让秃鹫

Your head in the snowy rivers

把她带进太阳。想想吧，

Of the Brooks Range.  Cover

这些嚼碎骨头的嘴巴，

Your eyes with the writhing airs

这些努力为屎壳郎备食的嘴巴，

Off Nullabar Plains.  Let them

而屎壳郎将把她运回太阳里。

Jerk their tail stumps, bristle and vomit

Over their symposia

Think her better

Spread with holy care on a high grid

For vultures

To take back to the sun.  Imagine

These bone-crushing mouths the mouths

That labour for the beetle

Will roll her back into the sun.