Dancing on A Brooklyn Roof Top (For Beatrice)

You could not be a model
prisoner. I see the empty chains
shimmer in the yahrzeit's glow
and I don’t know if I
ought to laugh or cry.
Thanks to you I got life
while you were punished
and tortured for sins unknown.
Now you have been gone
far longer than time served.
I saw you slipping away from here.
I hope you made it
free and clear
and you're dancing
on a Brooklyn rooftop.