where have all the werewolves gone?
myths wearing thin, splitting the seams, they lost their bite when plastic toys came along.
banished by streetlights, their habitat -- the shadows -- fainter every year, then nowhere left to hide.
Awareness out of fashion, video smiles prevail, we have sterilized our fables, swept the beasts under carpets, left them to die on the cutting room floor.
published in Absinthe, by Aurealia Nelson (2002) (poem form)