The clamor of the dead on the wall
spin in the lobes of my lungs

the vault of heaven’s many
gears: corpulent

Leviathan of my soul,
covered in knifepoints, making the heavens

rain down iron nails. Eternal light
strikes upon the earth’s altars.

Lord, I am foolish,
I am suffering, and my body,

like a spoon, here on this earth, sweetly scoops out
my brain.

“‘我要走向上主的祭台'”  © Li Hao. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2019 by Eleanor Goodman. All rights reserved.

墙壁上死亡的噪声，

在我的肺叶里，

旋转着众多天穹中的

齿轮：肥胖的

利维坦，在我的灵魂里，

布满刀剑，并让天空，

下起了铁钉。永恒的光，

撞击着，地下的坛子。

上主，我多么愚蠢，

我多么痛苦，我的身体，

如同勺子，在地上甜蜜地掏食

我的脑子。