Ruins of Yore (昔日的殘跡)

in the ruins   we drank in the remains of ruined buildings and we sat in a cave or wrecked houses on farms given back to the bank listening to men who'd been raised in ways that were lost and we strained to make out the use of their news they were crazy or passed out speed notched with a cross they drank from the flask and the mouth they came in and shook off the rain inflamed and dismayed calm and arcane the least one seethed chanting whitman for hours  then wept at the dregs of the fire foam formed at the edge of their lips we drank and waited for something to drop  you and I looking and sifting for signs written in wax we were young we knew how to die but not how to last a small man who claimed he was blake raged all night and probably he was he had god in his sights  white crosses shone in our eyes or acid mandalic in the ruins the men talked: seraphic and broken glowing with gnosis and rubbish we sorted their mad sacred words these dog-headed guides to the life after and the life after that by Mark Conway

廢屋中 我們在廢屋的                                               殘餘中喝酒                                                    我們坐在穴洞或                                            已還給河岸的破農舍                                    聆聽那用                                                     早已遺失的方式教養的人                              我們歇力探求                                               他們傳聞的意義                                            他們或曾瘋狂或逝去                                    他們用十字彫劃的速度                                 直接從水壺那開口上                                    吞飲並抖開雨點                                            激動和失望                                                  冷靜和古老                                                   那最小的不斷咬牙切齒地誦念著惠特文       然後對著餘燼啕哭                                           他們咀角泛出泡沫                                        我們喝著喝著等著東西掉下                          你和我尋找和挑出                                        以燭臘劃寫的符號                                           我們那時尚年青我們知道怎麼樣死                但不知怎麼樣歷久常新                                 一自稱布萊克的小子整晚亢奮                       可能他是說真的                                            他眼中滿是神靈                                              白色的十字也在我們眼中閃耀 也許是曼佗羅酸     在廢屋中那些人在談論                                  猶熾愛天使般亦復心碎                                 為諾斯替神祕主義和廢物發熱                       我們挑出他們瘋癲神聖的話語                        這些領犬為首的來生                                    和來生後之生命導遊     馬克. 康威  (譯  tr.  El Zorro)