收割者，吉恩·图默

收割者
吉恩·图默

黑肤的收割者磨镰刀
铁在石头上发出霍霍声响。我见他们将磨刀石
放回后裤袋，一事已了，
才开始他们沉默的挥舞，一个接一个。
黑色的马驾割草机驶过草丛，
那儿，一只野地里的耗子，受了惊，凄楚哀嚎流着血。
他的肚腹贴地。我见那利刃，
沾了血，继续剖开杂草和阴影。

Reapers
Jean Toomer

Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones   
In their hip-pockets as a thing that’s done,   
And start their silent swinging, one by one.   
Black horses drive a mower through the weeds,   
And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds.   
His belly close to ground. I see the blade,   
Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade.