明迪 译
寒气从钉牢他四肢的远方星点
一寸寸侵入——黑冰，墨鱼汁——
直到悬起的肉体虚空。
那空，甚至于痛都是孤寂的，
他怀念被撕碎的双脚，
人类般的凝神埋入他脸颊。
他痛失肉感的双手，
伸出便可以触及到底。
在他尸体的内核，心脏石拳
开始猛烈叩击
僵死的胸腔之门，一口气呼出，
回原到被虐打的形状。此刻
你的四肢他来填充，如同初生时
温水溅起，河流四方。
Descending Theology: The Resurrection
By Mary Karr
From the far star points of his pinned extremities,
cold inched in—black ice and squid ink—
till the hung flesh was empty.
Lonely in that void even for pain,
he missed his splintered feet,
the human stare buried in his face.
He ached for two hands made of meat
he could reach to the end of.
In the corpse’s core, the stone fist
of his heart began to bang
on the stiff chest’s door, and breath spilled
back into that battered shape. Now
it’s your limbs he comes to fill, as warm water
shatters at birth, rivering every way.
