The dwarf

They called his: the dwarf, the gnome.
In those years people had time in their hands
And a whip in their tongue.
He used to hear them and smile
But his smile was a tear of the mouth.
Before his death he wept for the first time:
They say God loves even the smallest things.
Maybe I wasn't big enough, even inside, to feel it.

Background: based on a story of I.B. Singer