WHO WE MOURN
Carson Wolfe
A contrapuntal written from words spoken in a documentary on The Yorkshire Ripper
there are a certain kind of women,
of loose morals, never from a
decent family. father distraught
by the Jamaican boyfriend.
streetwalking the red light.
very, you know,
frightening.
within a respectable working class
to look at dead whores
is just too dark.
the ones that shock,
perfectly innocent
a bright future taken
only sixteen, a young lass
so beautiful, such a waste.
worrying for the mothers,
though a pretty death makes it easier.
no one wants
to dig a grave
for the proper girls that live here.