After Clara’s Death: A Doctor Who Poem

After Clara’s Death: A Doctor Who Poem

I’ve lost her
I’ve lost her.
I’VE LOST HER.

There is no way to bring her back, and it’s all your fault.

Words in the way of revenge,
Words that she planted firmly,
A barricade to give you enough guilt,
Enough guilt from all that you’ve done
That you cannot touch the perpetrator.
But that doesn’t mean you cannot
Rip the rest of the galaxy apart.
Stars and constellations see your wrath,
Planets and people sweating fear,
Dripping doubt,

Why didn’t the Man In Charge save us?
Instead, he is persecuting the world
For the loss of his last friend.
And then, when all hope seems lost,
And even the children begin to fear,
His greatest enemy appears.

But she is ready to put aside hatred for just one day,
Just to stop the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
She takes his hand and he is so surprised he stops.
“Doctor,” she says. “Be a Doctor.”

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