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在薄薄的稻草上，在阴影全无的玻璃里，
蜷缩于空碗边，它们睡着：
没有黑暗，没有遮挡，没有泥土，没有青草——
妈妈，给我们弄一个回去养吧。
活的玩具是些新奇的东西，
可不知怎的不久便会了无生气。
拿个鞋盒，拿个铲子——
妈妈，我们现在在玩葬礼的游戏。
Take One Home for the Kiddies
On shallow straw, in shadeless glass,
Huddled by empty bowls, they sleep:
No dark, no dam, no earth, no grass –
Mam, get us one of them to keep.
Living toys are something novel,
But it soon wears off somehow.
Fetch the shoebox, fetch the shovel –
Mam, we're playing funerals now.
——发表于《儿童诗刊》2003年8月 总第五期/选稿编辑：横折折撇
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