After Reading "Lord of the Flies"

Look to the right, a pig’s head on a stick,
Flies swarming all around it.
Look to the left, remnants of glasses,
Shattered like the owner’s dreams.
Walk forward, a spear lying on the ground,
The sharp tip covered in the fresh red liquid of a swine.
Turn around, savages.
Two teams, the crazy against the sensible.
Young boys fighting for power,
Dressed in paint instead of school blazers.