On the spot

On the spot

I

I felt my feet crushed a snail

In my nightly walk on the trail

The moon was too dim to witness

Crickets hardly pause for the distress

I did not stop short from the treck

For the catastrophy of the wreck

Like a murderer I might sneak back

To the spot days later to check

现场

 我感觉我的脚踩碎了一只蜗牛

 在我夜行的小径上

 月亮太暗，无法见证

 蟋蟀也没有因此噤声

 我不敢停步

 怕现场惨不忍睹

 就像一个杀人犯

我可能几天后偷偷溜回来

 到现场来探看虚实

II

I came for the shrub I had broken

Last year, with a shoelace as token

That day when I trecked the rocky hill

for a stick I snapped a bough from a

To beat round the bush in case of snake

The twig seemed dry and and bristle

But the bark was sapping and pliable

As if bleeding green, with bone fracture

As if I was tearing an arm alive in violence

To mend my fault I redressed its wound

With my shoelace, wishing it come around

But I couldn’t find it,not even with my shoelace

Did it wither into dust under the earth face

Or, as I dreamed, it grew into a big tree

With that shoelace sinking into its arm