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In the desert 

I saw a creature, naked, bestial, 

Who, squatting upon the ground, 

Held his heart in his hands, 

And ate of it. 

I said, “Is it good, friend?” 

“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; 


“But I like it 

“Because it is bitter, 

“And because it is my heart.”