Sonnet for the Moment

Vulcan raged in the Vikings' realm to grasp at Thor's almighty bolt. The lava formed a fiery gem, to lay before the gods at court.

The ash rose like a billowed stair on which to climb a threatened sky. It tainted even Berenice's Hair and taunted men who wished to fly.

From the New World a second plume arose from man's most reckless chores. It forged a black and odorous tomb and left the sea a rotting corpse.

Poseidon's loving waters gave birth to the poison that covered o'er the Earth.