Echoes

Lord of the Flies Found Poem 
Page 8~35, 91~114, 137~201

Echoes

We were explorers, were together then.

Meetings, vote, chief and hunters,

It was like that at first, before things.

Rules, conch and the group of boys, started breaking down.

The beast settled with the cry of the hunters.

Colors drained from the island,

Its blood staining the sand,

Dark with violent pleasure, the sky turned black.

The cry of the beast echoed

Further into the darkness that lures

The world, that understandable and lawful world was slipping away,

Displaying its ancient, inescapable recognition of evil,

For the sake of fun the boys desired on the island

The cry echoed again.

Above the horizon were no longer a deep blue patch of open sky but a blanket of smoke,

Covering all of innocence.

There was no one to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch.

Scream of fright, anger and desperation echoed at last,

Then silence came fast through the forest towards the open beach.