A Beach Party (Digit in USA)
Submitted by Ian.T on Mon, 2014-05-19 09:18
Having a link beyond others graves
Digit curtailed his killing ways
it would be easy to carry on later
an appointment with like friends
a beach party he had to attend
From Washington he caught a flight
Canoe Island lodge came into sight
In the middle of the moons last phase
Digit had some preparing to do
long pig was on the menu, not a stew.
A small beach with foot clinging sand
Broad smile on his face as he walked the land
Moonlight fading silvered the place he sought.
Where his friends would come to feast
Killer and Nevermore to say the least.
Wood thrown up cold and white
would make a fire to fill the night.
Just a night or so they would be there.
A clearing just off the sandy line,
He and his friends would soon dine
Digit noticed during the next day
A Pig came in for a week’s stay.
The long pig was waiting good and fresh.
I know beef you hang for a week or so
Long Pig you just kill and go
Nevermore had known the score,
Digit saw her sunning on the shore.
All we needed was Killer to arrive
To talk there would have been a no,
we had to kill, eat talk, and go.
Later that day Killer was spotted at the bar
A lean man sporting a large fine scar
Not drinking just eying up those standing there.
“Welcome my friend” Digit said to him,
a distant look was all, apart from a cold grin.
The trio had made their rendezvous
The evening came and a walk was due
Digit led, the others followed him soon.
A casual word spoken in passing by
No need to connect with the others eye
The waning moon was slowly sinking away
in the darkness they made their way.
The selected beach was just the thing
Sitting close on the beach that night
a chance to talk of each other’s plight.
First to relate was our lovely Nevermore
talking of her bad times from years before.
Then a peace settled over the three.
The two seasoned killers they nearly cried
at the year in year out torment she did hide
They talked of better things a while
Then Killer started, this made them smile
Flashing knives, bodies so many gone.
A spree that eclipsed the other two,
the others had to be careful they knew.
Digit took his turn, another world to learn
where parents had a young mind to burn.
Lovely people to the hereafter did go.
At the whim of this now mindless soul
he killed them both without any feeling.
When and who would make this kill
they knew it wouldn’t be done for a thrill
So they combined their ways just so.
Nevermore would tempt the pig to the beach
the other two would see the task within reach.
That evening as the darkness came
at the bar seemingly without shame
Nevermore enchanted the menus meat.
Out onto the beach to hide from view
Killer asked Digit to carry out the kill.
Muttering about American goodwill
Digit smiled as he moved in for the kill
It was sweet, a dark glistening blade.
Moving to the place where Nevermore rested
the pig at her side, she wasn’t interested.
They gathered their food with a sort of pride
Carrying the pig away to the clearings hide
The three knew it was now time to eat.
Clearing the tracks from off of the beach
The fire crackled, flames to the stars did reach
For the stop over pig on the beach down there,
if he was missed there would be such a scare
No one would look for him that night.
The next day if they found the remains
a few scorched bones some burnt flesh, no brains
Digit took his usual trophy of the day
a pinkie cut off that to most would say
Digit had arrived and was now at home.
Killer just smiled, and let him be
someone else would pay just you see.
The trio feasted throughout the night
in the morning they would take flight.
Nevermore, Killer, and Digit knew the score.
The meeting had brought them new friends,
yet a cure for each, there was no end.
Nevermore of Carrie fame,
Killer from a guy called Gee,
then Digit from me,
A killing trio as bad that has ever been,
Holidaying together on a beach so clean,
until they had finished their meal,
such carnage never before seen, Maybe???