Some verses about the Idaho tragedy

The days ripple on and there's still a shroud of mystery with the Idaho murders. Four college students dead. How could that act happen with no clearly revealing clues left behind? The focus of national attention right now, looks to be maybe devolving in a way like JonBenet and Wetterling. Which means pure speculation will continue to swirl. In the age of the Internet we can monitor that oh so easily. 

A cloud hangs over Christmas in Idaho, particularly the college town of Moscow. Pronounce it MOSS-ko. I'm amused by how some in the national media refer to the place as a small town, even invoking the "Mayberry" comparison. Really truly I heard that! 

The characterization of a community as being big, small or metro is hugely subjective. It depends on your point of reference or maybe your own personal background. If Moscow were a 45-minute drive from Morris we'd consider it a quite vibrant "hub." In Mayberry terms, that would be "Mount Pilot!" 

I have been fairly exhaustive in writing about the Moscow murder case. A murder case for the ages. The more time plods on, the more I am inclined to view the killings as "professional" as in a mob hit. The neighborhood where the kids lived was known as a place to get drugs. 

Does sex play in? The most attractive of the three deceased girls, all of whom were attractive, posed for a bikini photo when she was 14, I have learned. Who knows what all goes on within the dark side of human nature? Was Kaylee someone's "sugar baby?" Is it disturbing to have such thoughts float through your head? Of course it is, but we are talking an unsolved quadruple murder of four zest-filled young college kids. Heaven help us if we cannot get to the bottom of it. 

This could not have been some peer of theirs who got discontented for some petty reason. That's my opinion at this point. 

May God guide the investigators and even the maligned "online sleuths." I think that secretly, some official investigators are in a room poring over what the online sleuths have to offer. Some is junk. Put that aside. Some of these people are online computer geniuses, able to really get into the weeds. Our best hope may lie there. 

Our retired librarian of Morris, Melissa Yauk, has made Boise ID her home for several years now. I wonder what she makes of all of this. Each year I send her a link to my new original Christmas-themed song. This week I will share a link from a blog post here, as per tradition. 

I try to be innovative in how I share Christmas. This is necessary lest I be seen as some old solitary lonely guy just living out on Northridge Drive, Scrooge-like. I am not Scrooge. More on that later. 

Here now I share some poetic verses inspired by the Idaho subject. I get into a commentary on college life. All my poetry is composed with a musical melody in back of my head, so all this stuff could be sung. It's not practical to have this Idaho piece recorded because there could be a breakthrough in the case at any time. I'm not betting on it but it could happen obviously. 

I can imagine a "disco" rhythm with my melody! That would be different. Did you know that one song by itself caused the '70s wave of disco to fade fast? That song was "Disco Duck." 

A final nugget: do not allow your daughters to pose in a "Penthouse" sort of way when they are in their mid-teens. Or maybe not even in their late teens. I'm not a father but I think this reflects wisdom. 

Here is my poetry/lyrics with the title "The Idaho Four." Thanks for reading. - BW

 

"The Idaho Four"

by Brian Williams

 

Respects to the Idaho Four

Alas they are with us no more

It dominates news on the web

So Nancy Grace builds on her cred

The faces will stay in our minds

Though they have departed this life

In college they burnished their flame

We'll always remember their names

They set out one evening for fun

To circulate with everyone

In college there is no restraint

So do not regard that it's late

With Xana the smile stays true

With Kaylee the glamour accrues

With Madison everything's cool

And Ethan just stays in the groove

The four were all victims of fate

The worst you can have on your plate

So what on Earth came 'round the bend

The night when they all met their end?

The food truck is now in the lore

As we all remember once more

The kids as they just milled around

A typical night on the town

The darkness of night was intense

As they made their way to their beds

They may have been drunk as a skunk

But sleep would smooth over the funk

And surely the sun would then rise

The sunlight invading their eyes

To welcome them to a new day

And move them along on their way

A night that would get lost in time

Just memories all left behind

Frivolity, yes it was true

So what were they trying to prove?

The questions just swarm in our heads

How kids could get murdered in bed

The scene was too ghastly to grasp

And yet we seek answers and fast

The world affixes its glare

The Idaho sleuths are aware

They comb through the myriad clues

To find one that would go and prove

We wonder if they're even close

The sound and the fury just floats

Will this end up like JonBenet?

We wonder with each passing day

We hear of the dudes name of "Jack"

All three of them, it's just a fact

We wonder if guilt is assessed

Or should we just give it a rest?

If you had been present up close

You might be a suspect like those

With questions unleashed in your face

Now would that not be a disgrace?

The flailing away plunges on

We wish the whole matter was gone

The truth is out there in the weeds

So let's get command of it please

 

In Moscow the college means much

A place that the denizens love

So much of a virtuous place

At least that's the way it should rate

We'll let the police do their thing

It's justice we hope they will bring

While always we keep in our hearts

The love that we strive to impart

So Xana and Kaylee stay rich

In images shared bit by bit

With Madison right by their side

The girls are vivacious and smile

There was just one boy in the bunch

His legacy gives us a rush

The four of them will not depart

From memories close to our hearts

We must contemplate what they did

The college kids with how they lived

Too wild and stupid or worse

So much, it became a big curse

And while they are not ones to blame

They should have been living more tame

To be in the swing as adults

Would prop up their welfare so much

So is there a big wakeup call

For parents to maybe install

A better sense of how to live

To stop all the foolishness, kids?

I just thought I'd mention this point

That no one need smoke any joints

Or drink to excess on and on

It's painfully stupid and wrong

When kids get their high school degree

Is it so essential to leave?

To leave the affection of home

Before they are ready to roam?

It is not required to bolt

To make an escape from your folks

You still can find ways to advance

With time you will join the big dance

If only the Idaho Four

Had heeded my words to their core

They might not have gone so astray

And they'd be alive to this day

I'd like to implore them with verve

How "Greek life" is crude and absurd

How it can be "Lord of the Flies"

Now why can't this just up and die?

Respects to the Idaho Four

Alas they are with us no more

It dominates news on the web

So Nancy Grace builds on her cred

 

"I thought I was drunk when the Vikings tied the score."

(from twitter)