Jack the Ripper
Aaron Kosminski, you were not Jack the Ripper
as many would have thought.
You have not kept a dissecting knife under your coat
as Raskolnikov had kept the ax.
You were not addicted to opium.
You liked the verse, The Hound of Heaven
and that’s Finis Coronat Opus -
the violence did not seized your hand,
there was no sound of dripping blood.
Your eyes, motionless with horror,
were not fixed on crime.
You were just like Jozef Konrad,
and myself, countryman emigrant,
only searching for peaceful life.
© A.R. Wielgus 2015
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2016
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