Far Out is Doom: Chapter 13

A Sacred Epic

Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Far Out is Doom: Chapter 13

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

By dim flickering torchlight they brought it,
The kit, the slender knives, and nicked pliers,
The tools of a wartime dispensary
Or surgeon’s tent, such was our hotel-dieu,
Which dispensed such aid as we muster could
In the comfortless: the Doctor was I,
Judge Mitchel…