Far Out is Doom: Chapter 11

A Sacred Epic

Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Far Out is Doom: Chapter 11

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Hunger no more with him was, and happy,
In fullness and work, his limbs at their post,
This contraption, a rattle of hard wheels,
Log-like in their rolling, pipes and holed plate
Together lashed in solid frame, where sat,
Reclined, feet forward on the pedals set,
Agl…