the Demons Were Assimilated &
demons were more beautiful than the angels.
had no qualms about plastic surgery.
took to wearing black: didn't show dirt
the city like Innocence, which anyway
be worn between Labor Day and Easter.
tired of grudging angels their gilded hair
had theirs done. Their complexions were so
blond looked natural, only more so.
shrunk their wings into fashionable tattoos
cashmere suits draped better from their
lessons turned hisses to lisps.
demons converted. They became
high-ups in the Company of Heaven.
for Evil, it became too much trouble:
demons started to shirk the menial jobs
like good deeds, took one among the poor,
bruised the manicure of rose-petal nails.
preferred to stand by & watch Evil happen,
offended by odors & noise, even turned away.
had become so beautiful, even the angels
never looked in mirrors to comb their hair,
to be called vain, & never bought clothes
the old ones didn't wear out, just got shabby)
the lovely demons to languish, dropping all
the spoiled creatures. They were that
© Alicia E. Stallings. From Archaic Smile,
Evansville Press; originally printed in The
by permission of the author.