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