Waiting at a Station

Waiting at a Station

A Poem by Devons

Imagine yourself meat shoved into an oven
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Mutual suffocation from human gasses
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Body heat raging from ten-to-the-dozen
Brown paper packages tied-up with string
And two-per-square-foot of us are heaps of molasses
These are a few of my favourite things

Waiting at a station; a platform and a sign
A cattle truck of luggage and carcasses
Gasping for air and begging for water
A soldier came by and offered to trade
He took money and jewels - mother's diamond ring
These were nothing to throats as dry as a blade
And desiccated lives that were deaths to be made
He pocketed our payment and moved off down the track
"Yes, yes! I'll bring you water," he jovially said
But he never came back

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
You could never tell children who just want to play
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
The past is the past and has nothing to say
Silver white winters that melt into springs
I'll journey with the future, but never by train
These are a few of my favourite things
And I'll live for the present, for it never comes again

© 2015 Devons


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Christ....dude you made me tear up on this one....is that what you wanted? Not gonna stop until Rowley cries? This is so perfect and so sad, and so cool and so so good. This is a winner my friend, this above all needs to get out to the masses, I so wish to hell I would have came up with this, but I am not good enough. Master class is now in session. I bow and surrender my f*****g pen.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.



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i dont know how to review..specially when someone's every write is my favourite...holocaust is a sensitive issue so are Nagasaki,Baghdad and Herosheema and Kabul and Palestine..some are directly related to us ,some not but its pain that's common and palpable..

Posted 14 Years Ago


The reality of this past occurrence felt like a punch to my gut...I feel physically sick and usually refrain from being confronted by these atrocities, which nevertheless should never be forgotten !
May I humbly say your writing here is BRILLIANT....word for word, line by line, stanza by stanza.

'The past is never really past'.

Posted 14 Years Ago


jeez jennie how am I supposed to write after reading this ....

painful as it is, this is art

Posted 14 Years Ago


goddamn. my god.. this is so..

jesus christ.. you have actually made me cry with this. the interplay of the "sound of music" song (also apt given THEIR (the von trapp's) story) with the reality of the horror the "travelers" are experiencing.

f*****g hell i'm all fumbly and stupid in my need to express what this is to me.

my mother was adopted by jewish grandparents, and my bubbe (great-grandmother) escaped from Poland through the mountains as a 14 yr old girl. i cried as an 8 yr old listening to her story.. and i cry again, now.

you've captured the inhumanity of man, and the animal fear and uncertainty of people reduced to pure survival instinct.

bravo, Glyn.. i mean it. this is astonishing and i am completely undone

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christ....dude you made me tear up on this one....is that what you wanted? Not gonna stop until Rowley cries? This is so perfect and so sad, and so cool and so so good. This is a winner my friend, this above all needs to get out to the masses, I so wish to hell I would have came up with this, but I am not good enough. Master class is now in session. I bow and surrender my f*****g pen.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 3, 2010
Last Updated on July 17, 2015
Tags: holocaust, genocide, Shoah

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Devons
Devons

South West, United Kingdom



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