自悼

                                                                                                      文/堤柳帘

                                                                                  那年那季，天空飘着小雨

                                                                                  我在草荣草苦的缝隙中死去

                                                                                 他们把我埋在了那个向北的长满荆棘的土坡

                                                                                   硕大的墓碑上只刻有一个字

 

                                                                                                 

                                                                                                 黄昏下

                                                                                    我用独字代替双眼窥探我死后的人们

                                                                                    但是山峦阻隔，路那么长

                                                                                    一切的一切都开始灼痛我的眼

                                                                                               夕阳中

                                                                                    几株蒿草瑟瑟摇曳御风而行，却连连倒戈

                                                                                               只有双眼

                                                                                       我给不了丝丝的慰藉

                                                                                       惟有痴笑，如同等待戈多

                                                                                         

                                                                                    

                                                                                    忧伤与惆怅无法在山岗上滋长

                                                                                               我知道

                                                                                     再绚烂的星辰有一刻也会陨落

                                                                                      繁花会在弹指间凋零

                                                                                      再古老的神话也逃不掉湮灭于昼夜的交替

                                                                                         如同寂寞

                                                                                       那么，我又有什么资格祈期着永驻在世界的那一隅

                                                                                        所以，简朴的碑文才是永恒