The picture
he painted
sure was rosy
when he sang
his little song
But further
examination
revealed troubling
realities that
occurred outside
the melodic lines
The crime scene
didn’t just have
traces of blood,
it was coated in it
Remains of
victims’ bones
were found
scattered about
The mooing
and clucking
he so gleefully
recited in his song,
appear to be
pleas for mercy,
left unanswered
The suspect,
MacDonald,
freely admitted
the repetitive killings
“But I loved them,”
he insisted,
while sharpening
his blade
29 Jul 2019
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