With the recent start of the show's 8th season, I got suddenly stricken with a mighty need to do some "Dr. Who" fan fiction whilst watching the episode "Deep Breath" because the clockwork droids are pretty awesome, even if they don't seem terribly bright.
And of course, the clockwork droids are property of…someone else.
Clockwork
You'll never forget
The clickity clack
Of clockwork,
Clockwork people
That aren't really people,
That tick tock creaking of
Clockwork men.
They march about in
Suits of skin,
Stolen skin,
In stolen suits of
Stitched-up skin
That cannot hide the
Click ticking within.
The movement's all wrong,
The eyes absent of life,
And the strangest sense that something's not right.
Oh, why don't you notice,
Oh, why can't you hear
That unmistakable grinding
Of click clackity gears?
The face of their master
I did once see,
Before my eyes
Were taken from me.
The decaying face
Of a fake clockwork man,
The false face of a fake metal man.
Oh, but clockwork man,
Whose face have you now?
From whom did
This newest one come?
For your former face
Has been replaced
By one you hadn't before.
By God, it's mine,
It's my face you now wear,
My familiar, former old face.
But, no matter what else
You take from me,
You'll never have
My humanity.
I'll admit this poem's a bit funky, but poetry's hard, darn it! I hope you liked it, nonetheless, and my lines containing copious quantities of alliteration. And I hope it's obvious who the person in the poem is. I mean, they're not a character in the show or anything, but those stolen body parts must come from someone…. Eww…
Anyway, please review, and be gentle. I'm not much of a poet, and this is only my second attempt in the last many years. I'm a bit rusty…ha ha, kind of a pun…