Thursday, April 14, 2016

Poem of the Day: “Ripperverse” by Ross Balcom, Frequent Contributor


Ripperverse
Ross Balcom

deft the hand
that cuts you open

that liberates
your entrails

read in them
the future:

the ramifying
streets and alleys

darkened labyrinth
of shrieks and splatters

the galaxies
the universe

the infinite
unfolding

of the blood-red flower
the Whitechapel rose

Poet's Notes: This is my "Jack the Ripper" poem. The "Ripperverse": Maybe we're living in it. The Ripper committed his infamous murders in the Whitechapel district of London.

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