Only a narrow strip from beach
Water and the white.
The tide was coming in.
Ralph turned to the chief’s seat.
He lost himself,
In a maze of thoughts.
His lack of words to express them.
I can’t think,
Not like Piggy.
You do as I say.
And another thing,
Fire, the most important thing.
You hunters,
However often you kill one.
And another thing.
And another.
I’ve got the conch
I’m not talking about fear.
Jack turned to his hunters
Talking about the beast.
Be frightened if you like.
Those twisty things had gone away.
They can’t hurt you
More than a dream can.
And another thing.
Daddy said
They haven’t found all the animals in the sea
Haven’t been found.
Ralph seated.
This seemed the breaking of sanity.
And another thing...
Fear, beast, no agreement.
The fire all-important.
Darkness and silence
Were a dense black mass resolved.
Made it so noticeable.
And another thing.
Ralph shouted
You’re breaking the rules!
Jack, bitter mimicry
A black fire.
Who cares?
Rules are the only thing we’ve got.
And another thing
I wish…
My auntie, my father.
And another thing:
There’s only you and Jack
Go on being chief.
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