irreversible

 irreversible

 

autumn of 1888

no animal is a mistake

my deformities create hate

while the police contemplate

I’ll hastily deliver your fate

there’s no escape

my emotional state erodes like clay

as I stalk the nights for my pray

street walker’s dismay

Whitechapel becomes my display

six women or more

filthy w****s

I can’t adore

watching with horror and fascination

destroying beauty with lacerations

the unfortunate my occupation

I am the omega of creation

and the alpha of damnation

I am your salvation

some may call this the destruction of human life

I’m just trying to purify the wife

with fear and strife

with terror and a knife

 have no shame for myself

so I name myself...

 

the Ripper

 

--Z.Silas Herrera

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the ripper contest!

[quill of shadows]

wo9w everything i want5ed to say in my my poem but couldnt figur out how uv poot into a colection of rather clever rhyming words

[Marie Anzalone]

I am in awe of your ability to explore the deep and dark. I will have to try it sometime, I think. My favorite line was the alpha/omega duo. Very powerful. You captured the sense you were trying to convey very well, and kept the tension clean.