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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.