Since I have little to write about I give you another small and short poem. This one is a little darker than the other two I’ve posted but I rather like it.
In the desert
Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatted 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.”