《场景》和《暂时不设标题》, two poems done this morning, in memory of my return to Oz on the 4/5/2019

By Ouyang Yu
我是去年的今天抵达墨尔本，彻底离开中国而回家的。今晨写了两首诗，一口气放在下面，算是纪念一下吧：

《场景》

：十天不到，烧了十个厂家，这是伴随复工而来的大火啊
：在Canton，路边行李堆积如山，都是被扔出来的Hupeh人的
：这些Hupeh人只好戴着口罩搭乘大车回Hupeh毕竟家乡父老还有吃的
：Pompeo说要找中国算账因为祸起的不是萧墙而是武汉实验室
：有人谈说最后就是兵戈相见要打仗
：打就打呗把Zhong锅灭了也行反正不是你灭我就是我灭你
：超市的DB纸堆起来了根本多得卖不完，她买菜回来时说

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《暂时不设标题》

我重新回到史后期的中国
一片废墟、一片废嘘、一片废虚啊
与史前期一样
在腥血中沉溺

梵高颜色似的田野上、天野上
长着中国史前期人脸的机器人
蚂蚁一样奔忙
有人说，那是3020年，它们在收割过于成熟的史料

地上到处是头颅割掉的神祗
史前期的人，都成了史后期
拥有异国国籍的国民
死神挂在天上，像飞机，在潜行

河，照样流着，山，照样站着
风，照样吹着，但那个地方作为陈迹
失败和屈辱，欢乐和歌颂的陈迹
已作为960万平方公里的博物馆永存了

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