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@ 27.225 MHz: Toward WallStones; Sarban Visits To Whitechapel, 1968
[To their memories:
Ambassador John Wall, aka Sarban (1910-1989);
Mary J. Kelly (1863-1888)]
Although decades have passed---all eighty years---
the shadows are the same, and haunted fears
(unspoken now, but just as much implied
as on the night that Mary Kelly died).
The squalor of these streets is terrible:
garbage, urine and cheap gin---ghastly smells---
still hover in the air, if not as much
as eighty years ago. Walking by such
"landmarks" as Ripper's Corner, and Ten Bells
Pub, one feels a cold shiver in the soul:
worse, even, than ache of broken bone.
You think of Mary---walking here alone
and meeting that bent pervert who was sure
to murder---rather than to worship---her.
Starward
[jlc]
