ClockMender Oscar Rosen and His Wife Rachel on Convoy 62 - November 1943

Jan 23, 06:13 PM

OSCAR & RACHEL CATTLE TRUCK POEM What did you think, as you and Rachel sat on the floor of the cattle truck as it left Paris? Did you think of the watches and clocks you had mended ? Did you think of the tiny springs and wheels? You with your magnifying glass in your eye poring over the works so that a Monsieur or a Madame could tell the time, correct to the exact second? Did you think of the smell of the sea and the push of a boat against the waves? How you and Rachel would stand on the deck the wind in your faces as you sailed away? Did you look through the gaps in the slats on the side of the truck? Did you see farmers in fields? Women selling clothes in a market? Did you call out? Did you push your hands through the gaps? Did the night come creeping in? Did you see a light from a window where people sat and ate their evening meal? Did you see in the dark horror on Rachel's face? Did she see horror on yours? Did you shut her eyes? Did she shut yours? Thinking of children who shut their eyes to make the world go away? And then behind your eyelids did you think of the cattle that had once stood in the truck as they were taken away to the slaughter-house?