Nightmare!

The old man sitting alone in the desert
Took out a knife from his tattered robe
And slashed himself across the abdomen.
I watched with brooding fascination
As he pulled out his rotted liver
And began to gobble.
He sprinkled salt on it and continued
To munch and gobble.
"How does it taste like? I asked him.
He looked up at me and grinned through cracked lips
And rotted teeth.
"Bitter, he said, "very bitter. Yet delicious.
He rubbed his dripping blood over it and ate
A slight belch of satisfaction
Escaped his throat and soon
The vultures in the sky swooped down
To feast upon him.
But he wasn't frightened
Because sometimes, Life is sweet
And bitter ¦
But he liked it.