[Issue 1 / May 2012]

NO DEMONS WILL BE RISEN MORE SLOWLY by Tamara Kaye Sellman

than those of the finches, the trout, the many-footed worms

tilling the Underneath. And that is assuming the shadows

of the pure will come to proximity in the days at the End.

Innocence is perfection even in the sharpest night, where

silence and softness are no longer traitors. The day the earth

begins to shake relentlessly, casting us off like dander, she

will yet leave the fish to surf in creek beds newly flooded

with water, the birds to buffet invisible currents the shapes

of scythes without falling, the millipedes to stop, then begin

again, unflapped and persevering, leaving humanity to face

the glaring inevitability of a world in balance without us.

(for Alan Weisman)

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