The Last Judgement abridged

If half of the human race (to be more specific,

the worst half) were to evaporate all at once then
the earth would heave a colossal sigh of relief,
like a consoling breeze blowing everywhere
and in unison; a breeze that tells gentleness and
silence to come out into the sunlight.

Or perhaps they could, instead of evaporating,  
become shoals of leaves darting through alleyways
and spiraling above cold seas.