The great smell of roasted Arabica beans,
the joyous sound of Haydn on the radio,
the grey-green overcoat slung on the rack,
boots dusted down with snow,
shipping office morning;
early yawning,tired greetings,
pages sifted sorted scheduled deliveries,
traffic reports orders from Head Office,
small talk,
family matters,
wallet-sized photographs,
his of Hannah and Gregor
both in Year5 doing well;
an absence of hurrying scurrying down
below in the yards,old hands talking
about the rail no longer punctual;
Daylight passes;
shifts change over
as the train rumbles in,
his thoughts now only of home
and comfort and what presents
to get for Hannah and Gregor;
trudging past big crates
lowered onto the platform,
out of the corner of his eye
he reads their embossed legend,
” Zyklon B “.
An amazing eye for minute details ; a successful ” capture” of a moment in history.
Beautiful.. 🙂
A complete Story in verses !!