Art Wielgus Poet Verse

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

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