Poetry by Michael Stewart

— C —

The Greeks, of course, got it right.
It was meant to stand erect, was always meant
To get its and its meaning square.
But then the Romans screwed it for us,
Ab Urbe Condita. Now it’s curvilinear
And also insincere, and all because of them.
See how it bends, almost back on itself,
But never quite, as though it can’t decide
To continue or cease? Do you see
What comes of such duplicity?

— D —

If I had told you C was a camel
(But I didn’t, since it isn’t true)
Then you would understand why it can’t get through
D, or delta, which is a doorway.
Now, C is not a camel, but a gimel.
So now you know that gimels, much like camels,
Can’t get past D, which is still a doorway.

Editor’s Note: Once again, we take a page from Michael Stewart’s Alphabet Book in the hopes that it will act as a kind of signal fire and send a sweet smoke to the Germanies or wherever the much beloved Doctor has landed and smoke him out of his hiding place so that, once again, he is present in our world.