Beneath the Track (From William Golding's Lord of the Flies)

Creepers and trunks broken, smashed

Witch-like cry; echoed echoed echoed

Thick - was heat - was sand

A pink platform of granite

Uncompromisingly raised four feet jetty

Smiling proudly

Delightedly again, laughed

Like a bomb let him be chief

Darkness of the forest

Still lagoon, blue, green, purple

Piglet SCREAMED

Cut a pig's throat

Stick a pig

Choose a place

Too late

Wacco blue flowers

Wizard coral reef

Smashing boat shaped island

Belongs to us.