Yours Truly

Jack's been nimble, Jack's been quick
like peeling an apple in one long strip
a charm to tell your loved one with.

Jack's been busy, Jack's been swish
like skinning a rabbit or gutting a fish
slick to the wrist, my abortionists fists.

Jack's been nasty, Jack's been sick
my hands on their hearts as I take my pick
of the roses of alleyways, buds to be nipped.

as the river runs under the bloody tower
I'll cut up the moon to a raw, red flower ...
ladies,
gentlemen,
-the man of the hour.