The Hidden Crimes of MacDonald, O.

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

Written July 29, 2019