The surfers gather on the molten shore
Ground splits and bubbles
Hot enough to pour
Carved wooden tikis
Glaring down the scene
Armed Menehune
Row by row, between
One takes the plunge
Transforms into flame
A second follows
Now a plaque displays his name
Mission impossible
So this task would seem
A third incinerates
Flesh then bone then dream
When from the back
Kahanamoku rises
Stone eyes, deep grin
Board underneath his arm
Goes in, stands firm
And rides the fucking hellstorm
To the end and then
Kisses the hula girl