this is Annie
yes another of the circle of friends
Annie Chapman dark Annie they call her
you still say this isn't the Nichols
boys the console will show you the bit
of leather they found down by the water
spout we part of a butcher's apron
leather apron dear God who could be
looking for a butcher after all I sure
this one a sure face
there's your typical Londoner imbued to
the Christian spirit of sympathy for his
fellow man or fellow in this case
he's really outdone himself this time
isn't he he not only severed the
intestines he's carefully arranged them
around the neck shoulders I think he's
taking more organs this time
grapes again white grapes
only Paulie and our Kenny what you've
engraved only they were disemboweled in
such a meticulous fashion this ain't
killing for profit
this is ritual heaven white grapes
so now trust what every office
I'll never fully understood that
tradition for the ferryman the ferryman
who takes the body across the river into
the land of the date she dyed the money
to pay him she'd have to wander forever
lost between the two world