ONKEL MENGELE
 

Onkel, the twins call him. An aristocrat Gentle, beneficent 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.