"IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 536"

massive volcanic eruptions - grand ejection of sulfate aerosols

an atmosphere molested - a sun draped in bluish nausea

the moon, even when full, is emptied of vibrance and splendour

no shadows are cast from our bodies !
nor from the monuments and buildings our hands have erected :
the sun stands in zenith, right above the dome of our heads !

winter without storm,
spring without mildness,
summer without heat

seasons jumbled together - the frost prolongs into spring

hardened apples, soured grapes - crops fail amidst dense dry fogs

the advent of pestilent droughts
to previously verdant biomes exuberant

infernal chambers of magmaic currents
collapse into enormous calderas

granite crematoria belches volumes
of carbonized smog across the vast space

fissure vents break from the pressure -
chthonic emesis expulses from the lava dome  

the sky blends with alien elements
stretched like a great hide across it

the disaster is imminent :
Divine grace and reckoning !

portent omens and heavenly orbs :
the sky is phlebotomized !

the visceral remains of human corpses
are crystallized into the volcanic tuff
as human life continues beneath the tephra of history
and as the sun shines on feebly
through an eternity of plight
upon this cursed ground below, our Home !

mounted on gimbals forever-turning awry
are the celestial bodies which float
between two great nauseous apses
in the year of the lord 536