站在痛苦的边缘

                              聆听痛苦

                              何方的水

                              肆虐而来

                              冲涮正在返青的滩涂

 

                              听呵    听

                              是谁在远方吟唱

                              声调这般的凄凉

                              风闻呜咽    草也忧伤

                              有灵魂在树梢颤抖

                              其中不乏樱花的幽香

 

                              在战场上的骨殖

                              是前人的悲剧    后人的耻辱

                              是历史教科书上淌血的方块字

                              而不是

                              博物馆陈列的未成形的化石