Paradise II: Beetles
It’s times like these I’m glad I don’t understand Samoan

God knows what the faifeau is saying

Pogisa – darkness

Fefe – fear

Kirisimasi – Xmas

Words that fly around with the sharpest wings

Wings so sharp, you can pull them off and use the edges to strip panadanus

(imagine panadanus like strips of flesh, muscle maybe, something that holds together)

Divide it

And divide it into the finest shreds and then weave it back together in any order

Fasi oki – kill

Solasola – escape

Kalofae – poor thing

Kirisimasi – xmas.
Yes, the beetle is dead now

So many of us are now

Yes, it is an escape

Yes, it is a poor thing

And yes, it is Xmas in Paradise