The Ripper of Reality --

A Factual Horror for the Future  
   
"The wounds of ages past undone will be / by those of    
ages far more vast to come."  
-- Criminal Injustice Poetic  
The Political Science of Silence    
   
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Dear Boss --  
   
Enclosed please find an oviduct in East End gin preserved  
my having ate the other with a glass of blood-red port  
with half a salty labium and sweetened vulva nerved  
on full delighting in a most delicious contact sport --  
fine whetted still my scalpel till an appetite weaned keen  
clean whipped it from an apron staged sharp stropped on leather slack  
to sliver bite through chapels white and fields of spittle green  
and slash a rump-fed ronyon's rack of tits to tease a Jack --  
a skinner in the market for a crumpet or a tart  
the porous texture soft or tough thick oozing ale and sweat  
choice fillings of cirrhosis rich with scarrings on the heart  
plus front bits not too spoiled to yet a Ripper chaste upset --  
who closing on a teaser asks, Why should a whore from Hell  
her reason sell to birth steeled teeth of one black purpose fell?  
   
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a dedication of Respect  
for  
the measureless Pain of the resolvable crime still unresolved    
   
a revolving helios fourteener menippean satire on  
the common ideology of natalism --  
yet in the alleyway breeding  
jack shit  
   
august, 2023 -- each second still    
countless conscious, feeling innocents in the wilderness being  
ripped apart and eaten alive  
slow