Dear Boss

Dear Boss,

I know you've found
My killings here
In dear London
Sweet Whitechapel
Where the whores all reside.

I know you found her
Mary Kelly.
She's dead.
I ripped out her organs
Tore off her face.

I know that you know who she is though
Dear Boss
You found some new sciences
To test her remains
For my prints.

But you will not find them.
For I am Jack.
The most notorious of Rippers.
Oh yes, there's more
Where I came from
Dear Boss.