Na Mea Kaua...

Weapons of war. Weapons of death. Some look and see fine craftmanship. Artistic creativity. Fine hard woods and impressive serrated sharks teeth. Some envision large, agile, sinewy warriors engaged in fierce and heroic battles to the death. I see the wash of blood and entrails. Massive and brutal trauma. Horrific wounds of agonizing death. All inflicted by my kupuna, on my other kupuna. So many people I truly love. I truly miss. Ka po`e kahiko. The people of old. It makes me terribly sad. So terribly sad...