Onkel, the twins call him.
He brings them toys, lemon drops.
These two feel blessed
So much terror here
But this great man is their protector.
They do not know
They are the next experiment.
Soon they will be
Stitched back to back.
Their cries of pain will be carefully
Charted, no medicine will be
Administered for relief.
The wounds will swell, suppurate.
The patients will be left to lie in pus
But their blood and urine will
Be analyzed. Photographs will be
Taken each step of the way,
The doctor has ordered it for today.
They are bathed, hair neatly combed
The little girl's in two dark braids.
Onkel winks and clicks his Leica
Watch the birdie, children,! Smile!
Barbara Wind writes for the New York Times and the New Jersey Jewish News.
Her poems have been published in numerous literary journals, as well as in
JAMA, The Journal of The American Medical Association.
She is currently completing a book, Scaling The Mountain, a reflective
journal based on the Vatican-sponsored International symposium: "Good and
Evil After Auschwitz, Ethical Implications For Today."
The recipient of grants from the Sister Rose Thering Endowment and The
Maurice Amado Foundation, she is a candidate for a Master's degree in
Jewish-Christian Studies at Seton Hall University. Her poems have garnered
awards and honourable mentions, including the ADL/Axelrod Award.