Over a two year period in the Swinging Sixties it seemed a serial killer was on the loose in London. At least six women and possibly eight were callously murdered seemingly by the same killer and, to this day, nobody has been arrested for the crime.

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* May 26, 2011 - 10:39am

Jar Full of Numbers

A jar full of numbers, shaken and stirred
Is all that they are, all that they were
Captive and blinded, yet seldom disturbed

Ushered and gathered, forever interned
Tethered and tarnished, by toil they are bent
Hedged close together, like pigs in a pen

No, It’s not I, not me, and not you
They say to themselves, doing as they all do
Yet helpless, deaf, and sightless they stand

Empty of heart, souls tagged with brand
Unable to feel, void of goodness and dreams
Even laughter is suspect, false sighs of their whores