Far Out is Doom: Chapter 10

A Sacred Epic

Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Far Out is Doom: Chapter 10

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

I found him, I, Judge Mitchel, at the gate,
The ruined one no more for out or in,
Our capture, our defector, the one who
To us walked out of dust, and mercy had.
A pig, in strip, he chewed that first instance,
His clothes ordered, all else kept trimmed and rolled;
Bu…