A/N: This particular poem is written for the Freeverse Frenzie competition on the HPFC forum, poem 22.
Their Tender Little Child
7. Cast Aside
Their work was suddenly cast aside.
Neither of them understood it.
One could not accept it.
He raged and tore his papers to shreds
then cello-taped them back together,
careful of the scraps
so eager to abandon him
for the breeze.
The other was more compliant;
silent, he stood behind the man
who had brought them so far
only to turn.
'It's over,' he said,
'we can't go on.'
There had to be a reason
and there was.
Shock was what he saw
and felt, as the Doctor turned to him
and said:
'It'll destroy us all.'
'Destroy us all,' he was told,
and he told his brother too…
but the man just cackled and said:
'Isn't that what we do?'
