旱烟袋                                                              
            老人七十多了                                          
            饭店的下水道                               
            窒息不在是他小儿子                                        
             吃不了东西而走的是                                
             陪伴多半生的老伴                             
                                                                              
              家里的最值钱的粮食                             
              慢慢被大儿也扛走了                             
              只留下孤苦伶仃的老人                         
              和那枝从未离身的旱烟袋                     
                                                                              
              每天早上很准时的声音                          
              是烟袋在猪圈旁边的石头         
              敲打的咯咯响声                                         
              还有他那熟悉的叹息声                                     
                                                                              
              高高的猪圈常年空荡荡的                     
              猪圈的上面                                             
              是老人的石头凳子                                    
              还有那个常年不离身的旱烟袋                   
                                                                                       
                 后来老人被找到了                    
                 是在第二天的中午                             
                 他躺在那个                                             
                 那个常年空空的猪圈里                      
                 手里拿着那只旱褪色的烟袋