Street Walkers of Whitechapel

by J.E. Remy

It all started with Polly. Sweet Mary Ann with her skirt hiked up,
street walker of Whitechapel--throat cut left to right, bottom to top her gut.
"It was enough," Mrs. Holland said, "to make anybody shed a tear."
But Dark Annie's death painted London in blood and fear.

Street walker of Whitechapel--throat cut left to right, bottom to top her gut
Insides out at No. 29. Breath stopped short as a swollen tongue sealed lips shut.
Dark Annie's death painted London with blood and fear
and by the time he reached Lizzy Stride, the cycle was clear.

He caught her by her flowing scarf, but halfway through was forced to flee.
And while he continued the slaughter, they would hunt for Lipski.
He'd made up time with the next--stomach gashed, nose removed, jawbone broken--
"She was ripped up like a pig in the market," the Constable stated, so well-spoken.

They would hunt for Lipski, while he continued the slaughter--
the same night he took Long Liz, he'd taken Catherine Eddowes' daughter.
"She was ripped up like a pig in the market," the Constable stated, so well-spoken.
Old Jack had escaped again, this time taking the woman's kidney as a token.

Confident in his safety he left his leather apron and a chalk written something:
"The Juwes are The men That Will not Be Blamed for nothing."
Insides out at Dorset Street--he broke the window to open the door--
He would do to her what he wanted do to the others, and then no more.

"The Juwes are The men That Will not Be Blamed for nothing."
Street walker of Whitechapel--gashes and incisions obliquely running,
Insides out at Dorset Street--he broke through the window to open the door--
It all ended with Ms. Kelly. Sweet Mary Jane with her skirt on the floor.