《獻祭》
一具尚餘微溫的軀殼
躺在荒棄堡壘，侷促著
他曾經擁有希望
像床前那盞油燈
粉塵猶如病毒浮沉無聲
盤中水果新鮮不再，靜靜地
散發最後一股香氣
誘惑早已飛動不起的幽靈
當初滿懷激情的心幾度破碎
裂痕永不癒合，卻仍想
堅持至最後一刻
籍此告別黎明
知覺漸漸消失
肉軀作為祭品，自當明白
其存在，只為
成全無數生靈逃離絕望之舟
一孖（yiima）
於耶穌受難日（2021/4/2）
Sacrifice
A body, lukewarm still
Lying in a desolate fortress, unsettled
He had hope before
Just like the oil lamp by the bed
Dust floats and sinks, mute like a virus
Fruit in the bowl is no longer fresh, quietly releasing its terminal scent
to seduce the flightless ghosts
His heart, originally ardent,
broke several times
With wounds never to be healed,
he still wants to hold on
‘til the last minute
to bid farewell to dawn
Consciousness gradually fading
Offering the flesh as a sacrifice
he obviously knows, he solely exists for
helping countless creatures escape
the raft of despair
yiima
Good Friday 2021
Translation by Swallow Xu
Conceptual photograph taken by yiima in April 2020
