Man, The Man-Hunter Poem by Carl Sandburg

Man, The Man-Hunter

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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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 05 June 2014

Mr sandburg keep it up i like this poem

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