A/N: This particular poem is written for the Freeverse Frenzie competition on the HPFC forum, poem 23.
Their Tender Little Child
8. Their Goal
Their goal was lost
so easily,
before it had even begun
to grow.
Nothing like that blundering babe
the Doctor's wife now held.
His brother didn't see,
deluded in the glamour
of good –
But science wasn't meant for good!
Couldn't he see?!
Science, science was meant to further the world,
not humanity – and certainly not the strings
of feelings the wind danced upon.
He hadn't thought the Doctor's heart
was such a feeble thing:
A wife, and a child on the way
had made his lip curl
in disgust…
But this?
This was unacceptable
And even his brother chose
to roll down and die
he did not:
he would salvage what he could
and grasp the final straw
Before the wind
swept that up as well.