Daphne Milne moved to Australia from Cornwall in 2017.She has recorded two podcasts for Kalamunda Radio, is a member of OOTA Fremantle and WAPoets Inc.
Here is the steam train leaving the station
heading towards its last destination.
Herded together like cows in a truck
prodded and threatened and treated like muck.
There is no privacy here.
In the corner a bucket
Pigs they call us
in the stinky dark.
Smuts in the hair, smuts from the smoke
the air’s so thick we almost choke.
We do not eat swine.
*Filth we have become
as the dung of the earth
vile we must be
in the eyes of God.*
Ticketty tack, ticketty tack, tick tack
we go to a place from where none comes back.
We are washed down
water icy as snow melt
swills over salt white flesh
heads shaved back to the bone.
*Lord have mercy.
Click clack, clicketty clack, click, clack, click
The train has reached its termination
*God grant us each to find salvation.
The engine cools. Tick, click. Click tick. Tick. Tick.
* from Psalms of David 83 and 85
Poem published in Poetry SuperHighway Holocaust, memorial issue 2018
The Blue Boob Club, 2019, Indigo Dreams
Copyright© of all poems featured on this site remains with the poet