Far Out is Doom: Chapter 19
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 19
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
Into reborn quiet of the chamber,
Pad-foot and stealthy crept the porcine man,
Who sniffed and breathed the peace with hairs on end,
Some sector sensing where he no place had,
Like an odour or stray speck of cow’s dung
Which has from dreg-rot field into house drift,
…