THE WITCH’S DAUGHTERS

Have no truck with the

daughters of Lilith.

Pay no mind to the

redheaded creatures.

Man, be warned by their

sharp, white teeth;

Consider their skulls, and their

other queer features.

They’re not of our tribe, with their

flame-colored hair;

They’re no sib to us, with their

pale, white skins;

There’s no soul behind those

wild green eyes

Man, when you meet one-

walk widdershins!

When they die, they pop,

like burst soap bubble

(Eight hundred years

is their usual span).

Loving such beings

leads only to trouble.

By Heaven, be warned,

you rash young man!

August 1946