Brothers

Jack and Jacques
One’s a killer, one’s a doctor
Walking among the poor, they came upon five
Five alive and five deceased
Ripped apart and then sewn together

The first was ripped, down a dark alley
Jacques found the pieces that Jack had broken
The paper brought life of Bucks Row
for Polly did not talk no more, no less

At the break of morn, Jacques and Chapman spoke
On Hanbury street, the second of his kills
Jack slashed her throat, her life flashed
Yet the killer had more work to do

The end of September was a night to remember,
For Jack and Jacques were working twice as much
Slashes and Mutilations filled the city
The first was Miss Stride but interrupted he was
And then Miss Catherine, found hacked and shredded

Jack’s final thrill was his favorite kill
He and Mary Kelly made history, not papers
By the candle light he sinned and skinned her skin
Jack vanished into the literary mysteries
And Jacques…