Muswell Hill, The Necktie Killer Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

His inconspicuous manner was a smokescreen.
That meant his crimes went undetected for years
He exploited the susceptible, the vulnerable.

Preying on those who fell through the cracks
Like a scorpionfish, a sit-and-wait predator
At the end of the night, he'd offer food and drink.

Killer Dennis Nielsen showed no inkling of remorse.
Reflecting on his accounts to the police
"Do the police normally investigate drains? "

…What a way to remember someone's life.
The vague memory that he once owned a necktie
Now, along with fifteen others, he doesn't.