Found Poem - Simon

Found poem from William Golding's novel, Lord of the Flies
Pages: 25, 32, 60~62, 146, 151~152, 157~159, 167~170

Simon

Small, skinny, vivid little boy
With hair black and coarse.
His eyes shined triumphantly, face glowing.

Arrows of sun fell on.
Air vibrated with heat.
Littluns watched.

Simon found fruits they could not reach,
Pulled off the choicest,
Passed them to endless hands.
He ceased to think about himself.

Littluns started to whine,
To run about, screaming,
A circling movement.
Beat like a steady pulse.
Throb and stamp
Of a single organism
Darkly, uncertainly
Crawling out of forest.

Like a pain,
Shrill screaming rose.
Don't try to escape!
I'm the Beast.
I'm part of you.
We shall do you.

Vast mouth, white teeth
Within blackness.
Sticks fell,
Mouth crunched and screamed.
Struck, bit, tore.
No words,
but tearing of teeth and claws.

Blood was staining sand.
Falling, still falling,
Sank towards the beach.
Coarse hair dressed with brightness,
Cheek silvered,
Shoulder became marble.

Surrounded by bright creatures,
Beneath constellations,
Dim with infinite cynicism of adult life,
The picture of a man.
Once heroic and sick.