 In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake. 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, he answered, bitter, but I like it because it is bitter. And because it is my heart. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Cooper. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by Dennis D. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by David Federman. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by Hannah Towell. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by JC Guan. Montreal, December 2008. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by Jim Fish on the Texas Frontier, in December 2008. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by JC Guan. In the Desert, I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hands, and ate 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, read for LibriVox.org by secrets. 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. End of poem.