Barbcue Beach...

The “Big Kahuna’s” tent was shaking
breathing in and out
There were little sobs and screams
As he pushed away his doubts

A young “Wahini” fleeing
from the canvas flapping shade
Tears streaked upon her face
She feels so fucked... betrayed

He cannot let her go
she will tell the world
What he did to her
the “little surfer-girl”

She races for the water’s edge
but he’s too quick for that
He grabs her slender neck
and throws her body flat

He feels the power of the moment
thrusting from his loins
His hands around her throat
his grunts; her cries are joined

Ripped from the saddle of her pain
he is twisted agony
Broken limbs are flopping
bloody eyes that cannot see

A shadow and a voice of calm
tells “Wahini” she should go
She listens, but she doesn’t move
“I’ll stay, I have to know”

Killer shrugs and lights the stove
says; “I’m about to eat”
“If you want, we can share
a dinner of this meat”

The thought of eating “Kahuna-meat”
intrigued this little one
She told “Killer” sure I’ll stay
“It sounds like dining fun

Soon the flesh was spitted
and roasting o’er the flames
They sat and introduced themselves
[they only used first names]

She rummaged through the cooler
In “Kahuna’s flapping tent
Brought out the sparkling wine...
they watched the stars that heaven sent

They crunched and munched the barbecue
They drank up all the wine
They fed each other tidbits
They felt so very fine

Spreading seeds of happiness
Killer sowed some future kin
The surfer-girl’s eighteen tonight
now she’ll don a mother’s skin

The seeds of Killer are potent
they are not to be denied
always want their pound of flesh
baked, boiled and stir-fried

“Wahini” seems to know that
she accepts it, like it is
She has to know that they pay
They need the “Killer’s kiss”

A new day in the making
two tracks that were as one
wander single down the beach
under a blood-red rising sun