Ripperverse
Ross Balcom
deft the hand
that cuts you open
that liberates
your entrails
read in them
the future:
the ramifying
streets and alleys
darkened labyrinth
of shrieks and splatters
the galaxies
the universe
the infinite
unfolding
of the blood-red flower
the Whitechapel rose
Poet's Notes: This is my "Jack the Ripper" poem. The
"Ripperverse": Maybe we're living in it. The Ripper committed his
infamous murders in the Whitechapel district of London.
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