An incandescent lava fountain,
a summer of strange, dry fog
settling over large parts of the Northern Hemisphere,
the sun turns bloodred.

Among the Sioa area of southern Iceland,
it is Laki fissure eruption.
Among the Brits and French folks
it is a black haze extending out
from the north,
darkness spreads over the ground,
everywhere, becoming
coated with fine ash.

Earthquakes begin.
Tremors begins.
A terrible stream of fire pouring forth
from Skafta canyon,
engulfing everything lying in its path.

The winds carry the noxious atmosphere
to great distances,
foul-smelling and sulfurous belch anything,
including Mississippi and the Gulf of Mexico.

Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah

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