Walking the misty streets,
This stalker makes his move,
Entrancing the whores’ he seeks,
Without motive or cause for his deeds,
Slicing the throat of his first choice,
Gutting and cutting,
Removing the vaginal skin for later use,
The pieces he takes, the delicate meals,
Severing the intestines for all to see,
Leaving his victims in their own excrement,
Rotting away on London’s streets,
Becoming a butcher block of hell,
Never finding the identity of this morbid man,
As terror strikes the heart of many,
Mutilation of all those unlucky few,
No one to ever miss the victims,
Never known who they were,
The poor so easily forgotten.
That's deep, but I have a vagina! And you were talking about cutting up a vagina! That hurts my vagina!
This is a very interesting poem. It is actually based upon the Whitechapel murders? I am curious about the last stanza: it seems, from information on the internet, that we know a great deal about the so-called canonical victims, so are you asserting that there is another set of victims? (I am not asking this rhetorically or critically, but simply to determine the meaning of the line.) There is a lot of detail in this poem, so I am respectfully curious as to the extent of your research. I have done a bit of Ripper research myself, so perhaps we can discuss this morbid, but fascinating, topic.
Starward
And, lest I give the wrong impression, let me state that I am the most amateur of amateurs when it comes to the Whitechapel matters. What time I have given to the Whitechapel issues has been focused mostly and mainly upon Mary Kelly, the fifth canonical victim, and her involvement in the entire case. So I am, admittedly, incredibly ignorant of the other four canonicals, and of the details surrounding their deaths.
Starward