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A Beach Party (Digit in USA)

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.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
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What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
Nevermore of Carrie fame, and 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???
Editing stage: 


enjoyed Digit's company in this one. the memories of that night will be in Killer's mind for a long time to come.
Being a rhyme-man, I really need a little more rhythm from this. The story hung together very well and if there had been a little more of that rhythm, I think the pattern would be perfect! ~ Gee

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I jotted this down this morning and put it straight on stream without really editing it.
Thanks for your visit and input..
I shall attend to the rhyme and rhythm as soon as there is time.
Great to see those three together and I enjoyed the American hospitality, The food was good, Yours Digit

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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I meant hat
so long
how will it me cure
and how Ian
you will endure
gistify it for me
as you did before


Had wanted to see the other two killers from the States, we couldn't invite you as they may have had Loved the menu.
They wanted to be correct and kill a real Pig this time lol, sorry it was so long it arrived at the keyboard this morning.
Take care young loved, Yours, J. Sparrow

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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lest ur guys come
to kill me


Chaz is right to consult me. His comrades couldn't understand why he is unsatisfied after the recent success but that is only because he is like me, one of the chosen few who have certain powers. I will gather Irene and Sulong . The cards and the visions told me that our fate is entwined with yours. Chaz maybe too proud to admit it but he will need all the help he can get if you the murdering trios are to appear. We are all pawns in the game of fate, Mr Digit. The cards may only be telling what could happen. The future can be changed with a single action.Its not something we could predict flawlessly. Still I will make sure my friend is well-protected. After all, I did owe him for saving my life in the past.

Grace Tan

Or your other names, I have the power of the Tarot, the shield of the Dragons scales to protect me, and the powder of the butterfly wings to cover my tracks.
Some things you just have to accept, and one is that if your people are so good, then they only exist if I am bad.
Should I ever change I will become invisible among your people, then I at any time can become bad again.
Think on these things before you venture out at night, Sulong is the battle cry of legions tread not there, lol
Yours Digit

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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I am catching hints, but it alludes me. I suspect Long pork as is know is human flesh.

maybe i will pick up ore as the comments come in.

In ink,

Long Pig is the name given to human flesh by the cannibals of the pacific region, they would go head hunting and eat their captives, (cooked over a slow burning fire) I added that, the last episode of this was in 1957 in the Pacific area.
Although there have been a few other things since like a rugby team in the Andes, earlier the Donner Wagon train in the sierras, a crashed plane in Canada.
Hopefully it has died out now, He, He.
You think what you will, history will repeat its self.
Yours J Sparrow
PS:- The story of Digit is on site but just a wander into the dark side for me and most of the story is fiction, the places are real but????

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So find more reasons to believe in others..

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Donner Party actually. Some tribes though that they absorbed the enemies power by consuming their flesh.

I wonder if that is where Donner Kebabs come from, just a bad thought, they must have suffered far beyond many people could know.
Thanks for your visit I have just updated the piece to let it flow better, it is now late and I must go to sleep, Night, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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Digit is created by Ian to be a companion to Killer (Gee's) and to Nevermore (Carrie's) killers. I created Dr Chaz, one of the dedicated law enforcers who hunt down violent criminals mostly serial killers. Sometimes he can see the murder while performing the autopsy. He has other friends outside the team too. Irene Gray is a relentless reporter, Sulong Fazwan, an undercover cop and Grace Tan, a psychic. All of them are very obsessed with work. I've only written two poems on Dr Chaz.. They are entitled "Hunting The Predator" and "Digit"s Copycats". My characters will be the opposite side for the killers. I think it's more fun to write as a group to form a story.


Welcome to the group, you will have to be always one step behind, I know it is disappointing but that is the ways of our trio.
They may never be together again but who knows it is a thing that happens no planning, did you notice that they came together through a psychic link, the thoughts from the grave.
Maybe your group will enjoy the chase, it may be over a few years, but I guess you have more time than me lol.
Good luck in your quest, and I hope the group solve other crimes during the chase, there are a lot of copycats out there.
Yours as always J. Sparrow
PS:- Will let you know when I hear from Digit again, Mr Gee and Carrie will let you know of the others if you ask, I hear that Killer is on the move again..

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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Nevermore had a lovely time with Digit and Killer. She and Killer are old acquaintances. It was nice to see him again. Now that she is out of exile, tell Digit to keep his eyes open. You never know when they may meet again.

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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