The London of The Ripper and Beyond

The London of The Ripper and Beyond

The clock tower ringed by fog and mist
a sentinel of time shrouded in mystery
The cling clang of horse's hooves across the bridge
signaling a time other than our own
when our transport vehicles are silent
save for the incessant honking of the horn by the solipsistic narcissist within.


Carriage stops
door opens
out steps a man in black
black hat
black cloak
black cape


A woman's scream in the night
that seems to piece the very fog itself
Such a scream was the signal of distress in the Ripper's London.


And like those times of fog and mist
The Ripper legend continues to be shrouded in mystery.
Oh what foul deeds of darkness were then committed in the dark of night
Foul deeds that now are committed by others and broadcast on TV-morning, evening, day and night
In these times, darkness has become our normal light.


-A poem written by Christopher
 Sunday January 10th
 2016.