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. |