In the desert.

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.’

In the desert, Stephen Crane, 1895