The Beast: A Found Poem from Lord of the Flies

(taken from Page 36, 88, 103, 123, 138, and 146)

It's a snake thing that comes in the dark.

It's creepers that want to eat.

It's a nightmare that hangs in the branches.

It's a squid that eats whales whole.

The beast comes out of the sea,

From the vast stretches of water,

To the high sea beyond,

In the unknown indigo of infinite possibility.

It's a beast with claws that scratched,

Sitting on the top of a diminishing mountain,

Behind the silver of the moon.

A giant ape with its head between its knees, 

It lifted its ruin of a face as the wind roared in the forest.

It's a figure tangled by a parachute, 

A poor body that should be rotting away.

It's a pig's head on a stick, the Lord of the Flies.

It's not something you could hunt and kill.

It's part of you.

And it will come back tonight.