Little Blue Box

(Entered in a 50 years of doctor who poetry competition)
 
"Little Blue Box" By Marcus Cooke
 
Through the infinite plexus
of liquid time  
through Medusa cascades
of words that rhyme
through time and space
to a better place
the mad man  
in the little blue box
has changed his appearance
and changed his face.
 
for 50 years  
This little blue box
has seen it all
the rise of the daleks
to Galafrey fall.
the death of the universe
in the blink of a eye
the genocide of races
lost to a shrug
and a Silent Sigh.
 
11 carnations lie on her console
for all his 11 incarnations  
each different from the last
each regeneration
feels like death
each ghost haunts him
lurking in shadows unseen
memory's are his
but not his own.
sometimes he forgets
his true face.
 
Atoms melt  
neutrons turn to brandy
pain,  
spasms
a cascading blast
of blinding energy and light
twists his body
into new dimensions
fragmenting his psyche
leaving him with
a shattered memory
a new personality
...and still not ginger.
but the ghost's on the past
still knock on the door
of the little blue box
to taunt and to hinder.
 
Her engines hum
she sings the universe  
the most beautiful song
inside her pilot
ponders that
maybe a time lord
lives to long.
 
Yes, this little blue box
has seen it all
..But it hasn't seen  
anything yet.