Author: Zanza8 PM
Pain is the same for everyone.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 328 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2977866
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I remember once I met a Man.
The day was hot, and yet he fanned
Not himself but an old, old dog
That lay beside him on the sand.
Intrigued, I stopped and to him said,
"My friend, why do you leave your head
Uncovered in this burning sun
While for this cur you make a bed?"
"Ah, my friend," was his reply,
"Sit with me now while the sun is high.
Share a cup of wine and listen well,
For I will answer your question Why."
"One day, finding myself alone,
Idle and bored I took a stone,
Flung it for sport at a bird in a tree,
And watched as it fell to the dust and lay prone."
"That does not seem a weighty deed,"
I remarked. He answered, "But take heed.
What reason had I to harm the bird?
No reason at all, and-I had no need!"
"I picked up the bird from where it lay,
Writhing in pain, for I did not slay
It outright. It died, and I dearly wished
To undo what I had done that day."
I said, "I do not understand."
His answer-"Look well at my hand!"
Across his palm there ran a scar;
A twisted and thick and ugly band.
"Not long before I killed the bird
I cut myself badly and now I heard
A seeming voice whispering me and-
I can still hear every every word!"
"Do you see the blood on your hands?" it sighed.
"Not yours, but just as red a dye,
And agony as great as yours, and death
As real as the death you'll someday die."
"I dropped the bird and turned and ran-
What horror now to understand
That pain like I had known could strike
At any bird or beast or man."
"And now...and now I cannot see
Suffering anywhere and be
Unmoved, for I know all too well
What grief if who was hurt was-Me!"