Lord of the Flies Found Poem (the result of a well spent hour)

The Lord of the Flies (from Lord of the Flies by William Golding, Chapter 9)

Among the creepers he went

The great mat that was woven by the open space

The sunlight pelted down and the butterflies danced

Arrow of the sun fell through the air that seemed to vibrate with heat

Thirsty, and then very thirsty

There was no avoiding the sun

The head grinning amused in the strange daylight Spiked on a stick

Even the butterflies deserted the obscene thing

A gift for the beast: A joke really

In front of Simon was the Lord of the Flies

White teeth and dim eyes

Gaze held by ancient, inescapable recognition

“You are a silly little boy, just an ignorant silly little boy”

Head tilted up, eyes could not break away

“My poor misguided boy”

Up in the sky were clouds, the great bulging towers

But looking into his vast mouth,

Blackness was within, a blackness that spread
The head silently says “I am the beast”