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:
**** him! **** him! the sbxyzch!
  
In the morning the sun saw
Two butts of something, a smoking ****,
And a warning in charred wood:
  
        Well, we got him,
        the sbxyzch.