The Rising



“Dead mink are rising from their graves in Denmark after a rushed cull over fears of a coronavirus mutation led to thousands being slaughtered and buried in shallow pits—from which some are now emerging.”

– Jon Henley, The Guardian



Here is the rising of the vanished

fifteen million mink,

some luscious brown and ebony,

others snow white

or just raw flesh.

Most were gassed in chambers,

to accommodate the sheer scale

of murder.

Strange, that it was the gasses

of decomposing organs

that lifted this mass of crumpled beings—

a dark scar in a sandy trench.

The mink, that clever phantom

(and the forest’s best kept secret)

is always unexpected,

as it was in the glen where I first saw her,

glancing the soft edge of a river.

Her smart face seemed almost-human,

and she was sweet as a song I couldn’t remember—

a mischievous child p