Mary Jane (Marie Jeanette),
Dear soul, we scarcely know the truth
Of your beginnings-- did you first see Ireland or Wales,
Did your family live well or poorly-- yet we know too
Well the truth of your life's ending.
And as those who saw how he left you,
Looked at your body with horror, and with pity,
So all these years later, we remember you still,
How a young woman with a merry spirit,
And a generous heart,
Was left in her bed, bloodied and flayed,
Cut open, disfigured, her heart taken away...
Did you know who he was, the man with the knife,
He who took your life,
As careless as another might swat a fly?
Dear Mary, we have not forgotten you,
Nor shall we ever,
Each November the ninth, we who know
Will pray for your soul and hope you found
Peace at last.
-- Pat D.
--------------- Von Konigswald: Jack the Ripper plays shuffleboard. -- Happy Birthday, Wanda June by Kurt Vonnegut, c.1970.
Last edited by Pcdunn : 11-08-2015 at 11:08 PM.
Reason: "Street" in title should be "Court", of course