The Werewolves and the Rain
by Elizabeth Anderson
The rain falls down in toxic reams;
"Howcouldyou, howcouldyou," the werewolves scream,
"for while we lay here, quiet and warm,
you poured on us an acid storm."
"It's merely luck," says the rain to the beasts.
"Now go and feast on your grisly meats.
You've done enough damage, there's no escape
from karma, laid to rest on your plate."
"But we are not wicked, we are not cruel,
for fragile creatures, we do not drool.
'Tis you with the powers of the sky.
We, the wolves, you make us cry."
And the rain was silent, but then it spoke:
"How dare you tell us that fear we invoke!
We let the sun shine down on you-
you see, we are good, through and through!"
Once again, it came down from the clouds-
acidic showers, beating the earth in rounds,
and the wolves stayed close; they did not hide;
they merely sang a lullaby:
"Peace and love, we do not dread,
but the rain that falls upon our head
can't seem to tell what's right and wrong,
and thus we sing our werewolf-song."
The rain falls down in toxic reams;
"Howcouldyou, howcouldyou," the werewolves scream,
and slowly they sink into the earth,
wondering what they'll ever be worth.
by Elizabeth Anderson
The rain falls down in toxic reams;
"Howcouldyou, howcouldyou," the werewolves scream,
"for while we lay here, quiet and warm,
you poured on us an acid storm."
"It's merely luck," says the rain to the beasts.
"Now go and feast on your grisly meats.
You've done enough damage, there's no escape
from karma, laid to rest on your plate."
"But we are not wicked, we are not cruel,
for fragile creatures, we do not drool.
'Tis you with the powers of the sky.
We, the wolves, you make us cry."
And the rain was silent, but then it spoke:
"How dare you tell us that fear we invoke!
We let the sun shine down on you-
you see, we are good, through and through!"
Once again, it came down from the clouds-
acidic showers, beating the earth in rounds,
and the wolves stayed close; they did not hide;
they merely sang a lullaby:
"Peace and love, we do not dread,
but the rain that falls upon our head
can't seem to tell what's right and wrong,
and thus we sing our werewolf-song."
The rain falls down in toxic reams;
"Howcouldyou, howcouldyou," the werewolves scream,
and slowly they sink into the earth,
wondering what they'll ever be worth.