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."
THE BLACK RIDERS AND OTHER LINES by Stephen Crane
http://www.travelin-tigers.com/zdave/cranebr.htm
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