A Sculpture
It is already too mature the day it was chiseled out
And then it stands here against bird shits and human gazes.
Nothing softens or hardens for it is
Mere stone.
The unnoticeable change is the dirt on its shoulder,
Thickening and growing to be its flesh,
While the tubers on its knees are kept smoother
By unwanted touches.
Feb. 23, 2009
雕像
凿刻出来那天，它就已经太老成了
然后一直站在这儿，承受鸟屎和人的眼光
从未变软或者变硬过
它只是石头
无人看到的变化是它肩头的肮脏
越积越厚，正在变成它的肉
而它膝盖的突起日渐光滑
那些触摸它无法躲避
2009年2月23日
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