磨厚史册的扉页
                                          老槐青须依然蓊郁
                                          绞索无聊的絮语
                                          透露失落的盛景 
                                          动物油灯薄薄的光亮
                                          像冰冻千年的野葡萄
                                          把思绪弄凉
                                          远处 牧者的吆喝
                                          击打着归牧的羊群
                                          如篝火辉映下的点点碎银
                                          刺痛沉思的远影
                                          莽川幽莲 
                                          横溢故国悲欢
                                          几多疲惫的博克毕力古岱
                                          在此憩栖
                                          默默梳理岁月的须髯
                                          上都高勒畅快地述说典故
                                          韵味青嫩如初
                                          无主马蹄 汗涔涔
                                          把宁静的夜嚼出响声
                                          一阵阵敲醒我遥远缥渺的梦境
                                          我握紧锈蚀的蒙古刀
                                          挑破醉鹰的甲胃
                                          探究大漠晒干的元史
                                          崩坍的宫墙茂盛着传奇色彩
                                          石驹咴咴元风
                                          兀立扬鬃
                                          踏疼苍昊尘封的奥秘
                                          莹眸 鞭影绰绰
                                          犹如生锈的陶脑迎雪洞开
                                          版图似乎浓缩成化不开血
                                          我的头颅
                                          仿佛袅首的长河落日
                                          凫在上面惊心动魄
                                          冻僵的廊柱
                                          经不住贪婪的锛凿
                                          脊梁弯作问号 站立
                                          金刚般若波罗密经上
                                          头重脚轻 守望伤口
                                          沉甸甸的城砖宫瓦
                                          背着太阳啜泣 
                                          烫得冬天流血
                                          苍凉的鹰啸从北面扑来
                                          啄裂铜锌的剑柄
                                          我推开元季一扇膻味的窗子
                                          审读一个老入深秋的早晨
                                          花和鸟沐着晨风
                                          仍唱着元曲
                                          而岁月的瞳仁里
                                          陈列着瓦砾与荒漠
                                          天地苍茫的深处
                                          蒙古包寂静的灯火
                                          牵动古铜色的目光考古
                                          也许是被大雪埋葬的宫闱旧梦

                                          触摸如水的夜晚
                                          也许是满目涟漪的弃者
                                          眺望那盘蒙古象棋的残局
                                          或许是腰间的饰物
                                          闪烁卷刃的轮廓
                                          乌和尔沁敖包赤裸的童年
                                          翻阅布满皱褶的阳光
                                          在时光河流中晃动
                                          抽碎王朝的入口
                                          是阳光永恒的诠释
                                          我的心绪已无法驾驭
                                          断角牛一般 
                                          痛入历史的蹄窝
                                          生长朦胧 生长沉重
                                          沸腾的血液 伸出信子
                                          舔舐好遥好远的景致
                                          世事如风
                                          金莲川 望着雪原抒情
                                          蹭亮一弯细梦
                                          一端牵着元朝
                                          一端牵着思考
                                          权杖 不就是普叟吗
                                          王者 尾随羊群
                                          唱着挽歌摸索方向
                                          我面前蹲着一方石臼
                                          气喘吁吁
                                          仿佛向寒凝的深夜倾诉无尽的祷辞
                                          我翻出带着剑伤的遣音
                                          叩问大臣 
                                          沉默 藏黄的奏拆噤语
                                          于是 我动用听觉
                                          感受石臼捣碎荣华富贵的喧响
                                          然后 捣碎历史
                                          悬琴重新书写 亘古轮圃
                                          骤然承受沉重承受煎熬承受颤粟
                                          鹰群的誓言 不要这样竭力
                                          敲记忆之门吧
                                          莽原星夜 我凝视
                                          红蝙幅的胡须坚硬如芒
                                          试探着刺穿废墟的睡眠
                                          残雪抒发绿意的时候
                                          早豸竦竦铠甲
                                          咀嚼惊蛰的语言
                                          诱惑缺铁的灵魂拱破厚重的禅门
                                          夜晚 在蒙古包与羊圈之间
                                          我倾听一颗干涸的心
                                          在井边震颤 
                                          可那井水已枯竭
                                          我打坐弹性的风中
                                          独自渴望青草的气息
                                          花纛擎举一勾淡月 
                                          仿佛擎起一只斟满奶酒的牛
                                          幽囚烈烈的呐喊
                                          我想象不出 
                                          那出土的眼疾是否痊愈
                                          石人 板着面孔迎风挪动
                                          像一个染过天花的老太婆
                                          倾斜的皮囊 熬然盯视我
                                          恍若自恃兆奈曼苏默永恒的
                                          沉默 沉默的令人不寒而粟
                                          我摇晃那冰凉的头颅
                                          考古学挛称之为文物的头颅编了号。
                                          我的手 似乎 
                                          被它生母分娩时的，痛楚灼焦
                                          有一种奇异的感觉 或者气味
                                          也许神经过敏
                                          仿佛我的神经末梢
                                          移植到祖先身上激活感应
                                          废墟的沉睡中燃烧
                                          血液的浪涛 滴成马可波罗游记
                                          周游世界 巡回展出
                                          就此一个倒下的王朝
                                          犹如一只美丽的鼻烟壶供世人把玩儿
                                          这话题 在过眼云烟中蒙尘
                                          仿佛横生马背的梦呓
                                          使征服者总是轻视死亡的分量
                                          即使最惨烈的一幕
                                          亦如过眼雁影 
                                          最终成为后来者猎奇的展室
                                          为什么 
                                          人类顶礼膜拜的图腾
                                          攒足设置自欺欺人壁垒天性之后 
                                          再站在掘墓人的排头朝着祖坟
                                          发出无精打彩的旗语
                                          不是吗
                                          佛站在可望而不可及的地方
                                          自言自语 然后
                                          摆列圣经的姿势
                                          让部落与部落之间竞猜——
                                          贵由赤诞生的背景 
                                          这是最原始阵容强大的马拉
                                          不同于狩猜中的角逐
                                          又远远明亮于雅典的圣火
                                          光芒抢先跳进冥冥夜空
                                          向广袤的天宇发问
                                          于是提点札马鲁丁应运而生
                                          面南蹙额长考
                                          敞开眼睑
                                          把秘密洞穴窥视王朝兴衰 
                                          只不过是历史抛出的羊羔
                                          浴羊水一步三摇
                                          走出洞穴 然后 
                                          经历宣告死亡的苦旅
                                          最终退隐阴翳的命运之巢
                                          临摹旷古绝世的洪格尔岩画
                                          秘史 是听风的耳朵
                                          只有聋子才以为深不可测
                                          秘文是倒下的老马 
                                          走进废墟 像跌进老马辽阔的前额 
                                          那里注满熟悉的喘息
                                          还有陌生的思索 
                                          喘息在坟茔般的秋夜中反复窒息 
                                          思索在细雨中一遍遍凋零
                                          宁静中的我
                                          仿佛听到盘羊灵巧的舌头
                                          朝着白音乌拉山顶的太阳
                                          攀援绝壁 
                                          把脆而薄的文字嚼碎嚼破
                                          那摄魂的声响有些夸张
                                          夸张成广袤的疆域
                                          野骆驼沿着边界默诵经文
                                          疼痛比元史还长
                                          界桩上醒着高格斯台郭勒
                                          烽火台互递的眼色
                                          让我读得很冷很涩很咸
                                          六月滦河放一把晶莹的大火
                                          把我胸膛满川的帐惘  
                                          燃成朔漠奇英
                                          我以为 整个夏天
                                          将收拢冬季的翅膀
                                          寒喙不再啄我
                                          亡魂将像黏土一样
                                          没有表情没有冲动
                                          凄戚的绝唱不再扰我
                                          然而 虚构的情节
                                          转瞬即逝
                                          我的心 上都啊
                                          仍然为你服苦役
                                          废墟 猝然把我撞成废墟
                                          另个自己 宣告
                                          一场空前绝后的战争
                                          冲锋远比伏天激烈
                                          俘虏和尸体都是自己


                                 作者：伊勒特　　中国作家协会会员、诗人、
　　                             主要著作：《伊勒特散文选》《起辇谷的传说》等