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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Lord of the Flies Found Poem--Beastly




Beastly

(Taken from William Golding's novel Lord of the flies chapters 1-11)

      He sat on the fallen trunk
   With his left side to the sun
             Here, invisible yet strong,
         Was the taboo of the old life
                   He ought to be chief
                       So full of pride in his contribution
                     To the good of society

           Took off the school sweater 
                      Took off his glasses
                Palely naked
                    He began to dance
               And his laughter 
                     Became a blood thirsty snarling

      The conch exploded into thousand white fragments
            And ceased to exist
                  There were no words, and no movement
                         But the tearing of teeth and claws
Demoniac figures with faces of white and red and green…
                              Rushed out howling

                   Maybe there is a beast…                                                                              Maybe it’s only us… 

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