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Don’t Overwork Your Nanogene Canister

Those would have been terrible

last words: the perfect self-

cleaning con. Set your alarm

clock; it’s volcano

 

day. Can you feel it

coming out of the walls?

We need sonic escape

hatches, a vanishing

point defined by DNA. The world

 

ends when the doctor

dances. Resonate concrete,

let me see your space

junk. Call the other-

world ambulance. Set your emergency

protocol to stun. Mother

knows best about the bomb.


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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