Jack killed them near Brick Lane – yes, Spring-Heeled Jack
With his electric stilts and clockwork saws.
He hated women – it was not just whores.
He loved to cut, and slash, and maim, and hack
all of their organs out. They organized -
the milliners, the match-girls. Bar-maids too.
The whores of course. And they acquired glue
thick horse-hoof glue. Bad Jack was quite surprised
He chased the women who'd been placed as bait
in streets he hunted. Suddenly he found
his leaping boots were still, stuck to the ground.
They'd organized a union of hate
Fed to a great steam pattern-cutter's blades.
Jack dies slow, and his legend also fades.