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    [原创]《給邦妮.派克(Bonnie Elizabeth Parker)》


    給邦妮.派克(Bonnie Elizabeth Parker)

    五月一個陽光明媚的早晨
    路易士斯安娜州154號公路上
    傳來福特牌V8低沉的引擎聲
    車上是年輕的小夥子和他24歲的女伴
    她當天選擇了一襲白色印花大紅連身裙
    和她暗金色的秀髮完美匹配
    她以微笑迎向伴侶
    眼眸中閃映著他們的愛情
    他們怎也沒想到殘酷命運的降臨
    發覺時已是為期已晚.
    四名幹探手中的槍噴出火焰
    鐵了心要把這對獵物致諸死地
    邦妮, 在那電光火石的一瞬
    當你意識死神已站在前方時
    我看見在你眼中的那一抹哀傷
    恐懼? 悔意? 伸訴命運的不公?
    在年輕生命被無情割斷前
    竟連一句道別的機會也沒有.
    26顆子彈射進你的身軀
    雖與是隔代人我仍可感到那撕裂的痛
    子彈衝擊下你的身體不停跳彈
    直到最後的一顆把你的心擊碎.
    一綹青絲, 一顆襯衣上的紐扣
    瘋狂的人群進行瘋狂的尋寶
    從一個已成傳奇的女子屍體上
    恣意掠奪並且引以為傲
    他們說你們倆是通緝犯
    他們說你們倆是罪有應得.
    但邦妮, 讓我告訴你
    你們倆離罪貫滿盈還是太早
    你們倆持槍械劫銀行
    他們卻是以法律肆暴
    把啜飲弱勢的血視作平常
    有錢有勢說的話才算數.
    我不是要把你美化成為
    劫富濟貧的現代羅賓.漢
    但不知怎的, 我為你產生了移情
    被那幽怨的眼神, 和你最後的思潮醉倒
    那些穿州過省橫行的日子已一去不返
    浪漫早已遜位給庸俗與矯情
    但世人沒有把你忘懷:
    為了愛絕無反顧的剛勇殘存的一縷
    敢乾坤一擲向威權說: 「不!」
    那個青春即等同追捕自由的年代
    另類的英雄
    為你和我活出了心中所想
    對啊, 我曾在初夏之夜入夢
    我就坐在你那輛汽車的後座
    為你分擔彈雨
    不離不棄同生共死
    誰要福壽百年?
    誰定人間錯對?
    古斯巴達人只問: 「你曾否擁有激情?」
    而生命可美麗如歌.

    (06-06-2016)

    註: 邦妮.派克 (Bonnie Elizabeth Parker)(1910-1934)與克萊德.巴魯(Clyde Barrow) 是在30年代美國經濟大蕭條期的一對雌雄大盜,在那個年代橫行德州,結夥持槍搶劫銀行,最後在1934年5月23日, 當兩人當時乘坐一輛福特V8前往探望親人時, 在路易士士安娜州154號上被警方伏擊, 邦妮身上中了二十六槍, 克萊德中了十七槍, 兩人即時斃命. 附近的人聽到消息蜂擁而至爭奪兩人身上物品(當中包括邦妮的髮絲和她襯衣上的紐扣)作為紀念品. 兩人死後卻成了不少年輕一代心目中敢反抗社會制度不公的英雄人物, 歷久不衰. 在1967年拍成了電影Bonnie and Clyde (男女主角分別是華倫.比提和菲.丹娜蕙).

    邦妮雖跟隨克萊德行劫, 卻沒有確實證據證明她曾殺人. 她亦是一名詩人, 在被伏擊前不久向報章發表了她的一篇長詩: “窮途”, 詩句中邦妮似已有即將被殺的預感, 另外就是控訴社會壓把貧窮者「迫上梁山」, 而腐敗無能的警方更往往把破不了的案子都塞到他們一夥頭上.

    英文原文:

    (Thoughts for Bonnie Elizabeth Parker)


    A sunny May morning,
    On Louisiana State Highway 154,
    A Ford V8 engine came humming
    A young man on board with his girl of 24
    A red dress with white floral she had chosen
    Nice match for her hair of dusty gold
    She looked at her man smiling
    Through her eyes their love story told
    They never knew what was there waiting
    Until it was much too late
    Four officers with guns aiming
    To hunt down their treasured preys
    Bonnie, in the flash of that few seconds
    When you knew you were going to die
    I saw in your eyes that tint of sadness
    And wondered what thoughts crossed your mind.
    Fear? Remorse? Injustice?
    Just before your young life cut short
    Not even time to say farewell to each other
    When they fired the first shots
    26 bullets riddled your body,
    I could feel your pain even decades apart
    How your body danced at the impact
    As the leads shattered your heart.
    A lock of hair, a button
    A crazy hunt from a crazy mob
    A dead girl who had become a legend
    They would love to rob everything you got.
    They said you two were criminals
    They said you deserved this bitter end
    But Bonnie, let me tell you
    You guys were not the most murderous gang.
    You robbed banks with machine-guns
    They robbed the people with their laws
    Making blood-sucking legal
    It’s always the rich that make the calls.
    I am not immortalizing you as a Robin Hood
    Who took from the haves to give the have-nots
    But somehow I share empathy
    With that sad gaze, your parting thoughts
    Those public enemy era days are over
    Romance has abdicated in favor of mediocre trash
    But somehow you are still remembered
    A reminiscent of old time gallant dash
    When a handful few dared sneer at the establishment
    When being young meant longing to be free
    An alternative kind of heroes
    Living the kind of life dreamed by you and me.
    Yes, I have dreamed in that early summer
    I was riding at the back of your car
    Sharing some of those metal-jackets
    And be with you till the last.
    Who cares to live till a hundredth?
    Who defines right from wrong?
    The Spartans only asked “Did you have passion?”
    And life can be beautiful, like a song.

    邦妮的詩「窮途」::

    The Trail's End    by Bonnie Parker



    You've read the story of Jesse James
    of how he lived and died.
    If you're still in need;
    of something to read,
    here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

    Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
    I'm sure you all have read.
    how they rob and steal;
    and those who squeal,
    are usually found dying or dead.

    There's lots of untruths to these write-ups;
    they're not as ruthless as that.
    their nature is raw;
    they hate all the law,
    the stool pigeons, spotters and rats.

    They call them cold-blooded killers
    they say they are heartless and mean.
    But I say this with pride
    that I once knew Clyde,
    when he was honest and upright and clean.

    But the law fooled around;
    kept taking him down,
    and locking him up in a cell.
    Till he said to me;
    "I'll never be free,
    so I'll meet a few of them in hell"

    The road was so dimly lighted
    there were no highway signs to guide.
    But they made up their minds;
    if all roads were blind,
    they wouldn't give up till they died.

    The road gets dimmer and dimmer
    sometimes you can hardly see.
    But it's fight man to man
    and do all you can,
    for they know they can never be free.

    From heart-break some people have suffered
    from weariness some people have died.
    But take it all in all;
    our troubles are small,
    till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

    If a policeman is killed in Dallas
    and they have no clue or guide.
    If they can't find a fiend,
    they just wipe their slate clean
    and hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.

    There's two crimes committed in America
    not accredited to the Barrow mob.
    They had no hand;
    in the kidnap demand,
    nor the Kansas City Depot job.

    A newsboy once said to his buddy;
    "I wish old Clyde would get jumped.
    In these awfull hard times;
    we'd make a few dimes,
    if five or six cops would get bumped"

    The police haven't got the report yet
    but Clyde called me up today.
    He said,"Don't start any fights;
    we aren't working nights,
    we're joining the NRA."

    From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
    is known as the Great Divide.
    Where the women are kin;
    and the men are men,
    and they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.

    If they try to act like citizens
    and rent them a nice little flat.
    About the third night;
    they're invited to fight,
    by a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.

    They don't think they're too smart or desperate
    they know that the law always wins.
    They've been shot at before;
    but they do not ignore,
    that death is the wages of sin.

    Some day they'll go down together
    they'll bury them side by side.
    To few it'll be grief,
    to the law a relief
    but it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.

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