I saw Man, the man-hater, 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 -- Son of a Bitch! I listened later, The high cry rang: Kill him! Kill him! -- the Judean equivalent -- the Son of a Bitch! In the morning the sun saw Two butts of something, a smoking rump, And a warning in charred wood: Well, we got him, the -- Son of a Bitch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE, DESCRIBED AND EXEMPLIFIED by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |