(English translation is attached at the end) 《骆驼》 闭上眼 看见一头骆驼 蓝光里的骆驼 羊水里的骆驼 咀嚼沙砾的骆驼 背负丘陵的骆驼 那是坚韧的形状 闭上眼 看见一头骆驼 第四十次打卡的荧幕将视网膜生生熔化成两滩浑浊的羊水那光孕育着一个注定死胎的夜晚而端坐在胃袋深处的祖辈正挥舞生锈的餐叉敲击食道的铜管按铃叫餐他们把我们的肝脏充公装盘把肺叶连同仅存的梦境折好用劈裂的肋骨急切开具出永远无法偿还的恩情发票他们用脂肪糊成的印泥在空荡荡的胸膛深处盖下一枚滚烫的世故的讫像撬开漫山遍野过期的空罐般撬开我们跪地的膝盖用口号绞成塑料的吸管贪婪吮尽骨缝深处最后一滴枯泉再端详这被抽干的残骸叹息将这种物理的干涸确诊为精神的怠惰 睡去 梦见一头骆驼 没有内脏的骆驼 刻成骨笛的骆驼 喂养狂风的骆驼 背负陵墓的骆驼 那是坚韧的形状 睡去 梦见一头骆驼 没有了肺叶的躯壳不再需要喘息没有了肝脏的器官不再需要排异四零四口径的铁钻疯狂凿穿四千万具死寂的胸腔接通直达红色穹顶的输血管道去喂养代代相传的隐秘夜宴让七枚黑色的音孔依次醒来去迎接红头文件缝隙里挤出的风顺着广播的喉咙与热搜的静脉倒灌进腹腔洗净那双巨手上横征暴敛的指纹将所有被褫夺的伤口缝合成我们供认不讳的溃烂我们只剩几个审批合格的窟窿被迫鸣响这亢奋的扭曲的拖着倒刺的调子钩虫般蠕行的音符钻进路人耳蜗将其脑髓蚕食成一截整齐划一的主旋律成千上万支滴血的骨笛在没有影子的广场上迎着狂风交织出一面密不透风的哑巴颂歌 骨笛里爬出一窝半透明的白蚁 它们沿着裂缝进食 让骨头一寸一寸地变轻 我低头 发现自己站在四条腿上 背上很重 膝盖碰到了地 张开嘴 吐不出一个字 闭上眼 看见一头骆驼 2026.3.5 兽印 ------------------ The Camel Close eyes And see a camel A camel in the blue light A camel in amniotic fluid A camel chewing gravel A camel bearing hills That is the shape of resilience Close eyes And see a camel The screen of the fortieth clock-in brutally melts the retinas into two pools of murky amniotic fluid where the light gestates a night doomed to stillbirth while the ancestors sitting upright deep in the stomach pouch wave rusty forks to strike the copper pipes of the esophagus and ring for their meal as they confiscate our livers onto plates and fold up the lung lobes along with our last surviving dreams to urgently issue invoices of unpayable gratitude written with splintered ribs before they take an inkpad mashed out of fat to stamp a scalding worldly seal of settlement deep inside the hollow chest and pry open our kneeling knees just like prying open expired empty cans littered across the mountains and plains so they can use plastic straws twisted from slogans to greedily suck dry the final drop of the dead spring deep within the marrow only to scrutinize this drained carcass and sigh as they diagnose this physical desiccation as spiritual sloth Fall asleep And dream of a camel A camel without entrails A camel on a bone flute A camel feeding the gales A camel bearing tombs That is the shape of resilience Fall asleep And dream of a camel A husk without lung lobes no longer needs to gasp and organs without livers no longer need to reject transplants as a four-o-four-caliber iron drill madly bores through forty million deathly silent chests to connect blood transfusion pipelines leading straight up to the red dome to feed the secret night banquets passed down through generations letting seven black tone holes awaken in sequence to greet the wind squeezed from the crevices of red-lettered directives pouring backward down the throat of broadcasts and the veins of trending searches into the abdominal cavity washing away the extortionate fingerprints on those giant hands suturing all the stripped wounds into a festering rot to which we freely confess leaving us with nothing but a few approved hollows forced to sound this hyperactive twisted barb-dragging tune where hookworm-like writhing notes burrow into the cochleas of passers-by cannibalizing their brain matter into one neatly uniform mainstream melody while thousands upon thousands of bleeding bone flutes on a shadowless square face the howling wind to weave an airtight mute hymn A nest of translucent termites crawls out from the bone flute They feed along the fissures Making the bone grow lighter, inch by inch I lower my head I stand on four legs My back feels heavy My knees touch the ground I open my mouth I spit out no words Close eyes And see a camel
