Of the Wound

The cross pulled from his chest
他胸口的十字架被扯下
Raises a welt
留下一條疤痕
leaden in every limb
四肢如鉛
Sleep can watch for seizures
睡眠能注意你不要癲癇發作
The legless man had directed him to a window
無腿人引他來到窗前
Window like blind eyes probed the mud
一扇如同在泥裡摸索的盲眼的窗戶
The minutes that were left
在剩下的時間裡
Ran across his throat stuffed with cotton
跑過他塞滿了棉花的喉嚨
And his mouth could hear the distant splashes
而他的嘴能聽到遠處的水花聲
A fever and his hand is worse
發燒了，於是他手上的狀況更糟
In the silent film days
在無聲電影的日子裡
He must remain an enigma
他必須守住謎團
They climbed three flights of stairs to the night
他們爬了三層樓梯爬到晚上
Like a hundred pieces of glass
如同一百片玻璃碎片
There were numerous outstretched hands
裡面有一隻只伸出的手
throwing shadows
扔出影子
A pair of shadows
一叢疊影
Holding the three cornered hat of a cardinal
攥住紅衣主教的三角帽
We move on to snake venoms
接下來是蛇的毒液
Oh Christ would spit on you
哦基督會往你身上吐唾沫的
And that's who you remind me of
這就是你讓我想起的那個人
Beneath a musty green
在一種發霉的綠色之下
The wound appears to be dying
傷口似乎正在消亡