《菜场》 作者：孟伟
同质化的目光，
纸质的电子码，
一棵棵把青春运往黎明—— 来自温室预制投喂的补给，
用于补充颅内战壕的备战补给，
码放整齐。 屠夫们的刀比我嘴快，
一刀划下去雪白的凝脂，
像寒冬里剜出的、 拒绝解释的秋月；
而重量，他们表示拒绝解释。 “错不了。”
——邻柜的音节，为电子码定罪。
滴的一声，
这一声，
兑换了我这一天 所有清白的重量——
它不多不少，
正等于：
我自觉扫描后，
垃圾桶里，
那只
雪白鱼鳔的
重量。
English version:
The Market
By Meng Wei
Homogenized gazes,
papery digital codes,
heads of greens shipping their youth to dawn—
supplies from pre-fed greenhouses,
provisions for the trenches inside the skull,
all neatly stacked.
The butcher's blade is quicker than my tongue,
one stroke lays open snow-white fat,
like an autumn moon gouged from winter's core,
refusing explanation;
and the weight, they also refuse to explain.
"Can't go wrong."—a syllable from the next stall convicts the digital code.
A beep,
that one sound
exchanges all the innocent weight of my day—
no more, no less,
exactly equal to:
after I scan myself,
the weight of that snow-white fish maw
in the trash bin.