空城

樊功生

黑林深处

有很多传说

上千年了

如今没人敢进去

不时有成群的秃鹫

在上方盘旋

几只会突然俯冲下去

发出刺耳的尖叫声...

说是一座老城

早已废了

然而祭祀神台

依然齐整

陡峭的台阶上

刻着奇异的图案

像是外星人的作为？

七零八落的骷髅

到了月满的深夜

会复活起来

在高高低低的平台上

跳着荒诞的群舞... 

假如有文字留下来

该有多好

说不准能拍出个结论：

是一次侵略？

一次内讧？

还是瘟疫？

只是  即便有

就该信么？

话语权

永远是留给强者的

困惑... 

那还是不进去了吧？

到头来  无知

常常比谬言还好些... 

注：参观墨西哥 Chichen Itza。

Abandoned City

By Ken Fan 

Legends of a thousand years, 

are hidden deep in the dark forest, 

Few dare to venture in there nowadays. 

Only flocks of vultures are hovering above. 

Every once in a while,

Some would dive into there,

Making irritable shrills.

An ancient city,

Abandoned and ruined.

Yet its sacred altars

Remain imposing, as told.

Along steep steps up, 

strange artworks were meticulously carved. 

The creation of aliens?

Scattered skeletons, 

On the ground, 

Would abruptly jump to their feet, 

Under a full-moon sky, 

And would commence grotesque dances

On those uneven platforms.

Only it would be wonderful

If those could be recorded by some learned person.

Then we would know the cause of its sudden disappearance:

A war of aggression?

An infight?

Or a pandemic?

And yet,

Would those records be trustworthy enough, 

Should they exist?

Isn't the final say on any history always reserved for the most powerful?

Puzzled and hesitant, 

Rather not to step in there.

Ignorance, after all, 

Is better than falsehoods...

Note: Visit Chichen Itza in Mexico.