死亡
他们谈论你
像谈论一个已故的人
你就这样死了
在故事的复述中
在语言的十字架上
你一次又一次地死去
你就这样死了
手中紧攥着伤口
像攥着一个秘密
Dead
They spoke of you
Like they speak of the past
This is how you died
In the folds of a story
On a cross of words
You died and died again
This is how you died
Your hand holding your wound
Like one holds a secret
Tuesday 4 November 2008
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