诗两首——Remember; 度量

Remember

“Remember me on this computer"

but not in the books shelved and displayed

in the Amazon Store next door.

Remember this ordinary rainy day,

how it seeped into the endlessness

of what's said to be a flying year

and a blood burning season.

Please remember the college student,

her blood and flair, tucked away

in the hymn sung through today.

That day, that night, how her despair

was thrown into an ancient well that only

promises silent answers.

There are no silent answers. None to remember.

They speak of rights and wrongs, of

guns and sacrifice. They tap on each other's

exquisitely suited shoulders, too soft

to make a sound.

They speak of blood, of product, of history,

of remembering, of life...

And they continue to live.

June 3rd, 2021 @NYC

度量

我仍未学会度量

终点与终点的距离

身穿黑T嘶吼的青年

他的声音里没有血

人工绿草坪外海浪氤氲

看客握紧iPad，伸手

把空调拨到适宜的温度

谁又能度量这些

没人想去拾起的距离

从碎玻璃到碎玻璃。

淬炼之后，哪个活着的人

手上没沾一点血？

踢着石子走到这里

还是没有，没有桅杆

能撑起那些剩下的日子

闪亮着雨水的瓦片

只能在你我的肩头

停留一晚。

洗吧，将血洗成诗句

剩下的，都流进阴沟

我们仍在这同一条船上。

有人还在划桨，

有人已经漂远。

2021年6月3日，于纽约