The tide was coming in
He lost himself in a maze of thoughts
Ralph
He tried again
Aware all at once of urgency
Walked faster
Groups of boys
Waiting
In which he stood was a dark triangle
Irregular and sketchy
Like everything they did.
Assembly after assembly
Broken up in laughter
This metting
Not for fun
Not for laughter
But business
Laughter rose again
To wave the conch once more
Survival: fire, shelter, water
Too many things
Hands reaching for the conch
He stood up
And waited till the platform was still
Hair creeping into his eyes
Bogies, ghosts
Littluns laughing in horrified sympathy
The vivid horror held them silent
The beast.
Beast out of the sea
The beast from water
Piggy takes the conch
Jack, uncontrobly angry, stand up.
Struggle and the glimmering conch jiggled up and down.
The rules of the conch
But who cares? Humans, not savages
Like caveman man hunting for meat
Jack
We are strong—we hunt!, hunt the beast down
Beat beat beat
Scrambling screams and laughter, the assembly shredded away to a random scatter
From palms to the water
Three blind mice
Ralph, Simon and Piggy
What are grownups going to say?
Here till we die, all drifting and things going rotten
Three boys stood in the darkness
With the sound of hysterical laughter coming from the beach
Grownups know things
If only they could only get a message to us.
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