The Satyr

Humour me, I asked the beast,
sit and speak awhile. In my eyes
curiosity, in his a wily smile.

What is man? I asked him.
He spat into his open hand,
rubbing dirt into the spittle-
This is man.

What is life? I asked him.
This is easy to explain, he forced
my hand into the fire,
Life is pain.

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