Ripper
Ripper
Night sounds conjure demons
that crawl within my brain
I crave the scarlet sacrament once more
shadows writhe like serpents
beyond the reach of reason
madness lurks outside my carriage door
lamplight shines within my blade
the steel is hungry now
impatient to immortalize its prey
souls will vomit curses
when eyes behold the tapestry
of blood and flesh revealed by light of day
my hands deliver absolution
now I can create
making wretchedness a thing divine
she belonged to many men
while she was a whore
but as I sculpt, her innocence is mine
C. Lon R. Bruso
(2012)
A speculative poem on Jack The Ripper
