Hell-Cat Maggie

Hell-Cat Maggie, take a slice for me. 

Dripping your ghost on a floorboard

Tasting its resonance through its streets.

By the bricking of Dead Rabbits 

Running rivers in the Bowery,

May the crimson roll

Down the Mulberry Road

Soiled from the tears by teeth.

Collecting sixty-feet

Filed from the ears of men, 

Spilling into the lower wharf

Their estranged Ropewalks keep their secrets.

No lower dockhand whispers,

Lest, saught out on the Pearl.

Stumbling from The Hole in the Wall

Where the red on Water, pools.

A trouncing, some will herald

Moving through the bloody sixth,

Thrashing t'wart the Dragon 

Sending them down the Elizabeth.