Because it is bitter

J'adore ce poeme appris grace a Vera Orac.

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