The girl always wore tight jeans br and painted her face br with extravagant make-up br the husband also my student br wrote poetry br no one understood br and often landed in trouble. br br In Brownsville, Brooklyn br the day after the double murder br rain now br endless fall from Heaven br into Earth br pure br yet tinged grey br from the vast sky sphere br and happy br those in lit homes br hearts secure pulsing br far from the graves br of two tiny children br smothered into eternal silence br by a mother’s love br twisted in a moment br into madness br redemption distant br if at all br the Almighty weeping br Brooklyn weeping br Bernstein weeping.