诉 冤

                   每次我仰望房背后的山坡
                   无论是夏暑茂盛的青草
                   还是寒九枯黄的牧草
                   我都会感到山坡的寂寞
                   看到山坡孤怜   萎缩的样子

                   看到层层的梯田    特别是
                   冒烟吭哧耕地拖拉机
                   看到老屋墙上挂的牛笼嘴
                   犁耙    特别是十几年未曾
                   敞开嗓子尖叫的皮鞭
                   坍塌的牛圈    静得出鬼的料槽

                   我和山坡一样   与耕地一样
                   与牛笼嘴   犁     皮鞭一样
                   心冷得能结出冰川
                   沉得能挂住千斤重的铁锤

                   我仿佛看到    牛跪在上帝面前
                   端着紫红的肉盘    一遍一遍地诉冤