Carl Sandburg

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.
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