Man, the Man-Hunter

I saw Man, the man-hunter,
 Hunting with a torch in one hand
 And a kerosene can in the other,
 Hunting with guns, ropes, shackles.

   I listened
   And the high cry rang,
 The high cry of Man, the man-hunter:
 We’ll get you yet, you sbxyzch!

   I listened later.
   The high cry rang:
 Kill him! kill him! the sbxyzch!

 In the morning the sun saw
 Two butts of something, a smoking rump,
 And a warning in charred wood:

         Well, we got him,
         the sbxyzch.

Published in Smoke and Steel

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