Far Out is Doom: Chapter 12
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 12
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
Audelin in his high perch, the highest
Of all skeletal buildings remaining,
Mere girder, concrete brace, and airy hole,
By tarp and hammered board shingled, lighted
By the gutting candle and coaled pot-hearth,
His peering ‘scope targeted in bright dusk;
With sun behi…