Far Out is Doom: Chapter 8
A Sacred Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Far Out is Doom: Chapter 8
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
In a hunch first was he, like pig, or dog,
And almost snuffles made, while scurrying,
And snouting, among the stalks, then smelt her,
Through the screen and fence of metal crust,
The slag and melt, and quivering erect,
Alertly taut, he the air tastes atongue
And orien…