There’s a woman who squats on the sand the color of midnight, we don’t dare call it ash. Instead, we marvel at how midnight comes and the woman appears to float like a boat. Her white tunic a sail blowing with the hot winds from the north, where it is rumored water still flows. We know about boats, we broke them down to bones— a mercy killing. Since they wailed the loudest in the drought they had to be the first to go.

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来自 APOCALIPSIXTLÁN：反乌托邦的长诗

有个女人蹲在午夜色的沙子上，我们不敢称它为灰烬。取而代之的是，我们惊叹于午夜是如何到来的，而这个女人似乎像一艘船一样漂浮。她的白色束腰外衣随风从北方吹来，据说那里仍有水流。我们知道船，我们把它们分解成骨头——一种仁慈的杀戮。因为他们在干旱中哭得最响亮，所以他们必须第一个离开。