I am what comes at the end of an age
When the silent voice of the future finds utterance
I pray you choose wisely
Squatting upon the ground
Held his heart in his hands and ate of it
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 asked, is it good, friend?
It is bitter, he answered
But I like it because it is bitter
And because it is my heart
I pray you choose wisely
I saw a creature