Figure C15 APOCALYPSE

By such a narrow pathway leading east

That we perforce must walk in single file

Between steep cliffs of ice. Here was the least

Of generations, winnowed by the trial

Of long volcanic winter. From the isle

Sumatra, covering the planet’s face

With dust and ash, rising many a mile

From TOBA, reaching to the verge of space:

Thy shadow long, that near snuffed out the human race.