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Diagnosis: Deletion

Some points in history are fixed

pixels set on self-destruct.

 

A robot takes the Thames in stride,

A blurry child comes

into focus. Dress your throat

 

in satin red and scream

them tin cans. To death.

 

The laws of time misbehave, ungrateful

collapsing atoms. Control the flimsy gadget.

 

Don’t eat alien

carrots. Capture grit

in your grill and star

 

dust in your eyes. Think leak

as a life form. Water is patient: it waits

and wins.


Posted 05/11/14
This poem is part of a larger series (Bigger On The Inside) written collaboratively around and through episodes of Doctor Who with the poet JenMarie Macdonald.
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