Leaves rustling in a bush, a boy <br />Tiptoes on naked feet, <br />Quivering spear in his hand... <br />And then a sudden squeal <br /> <br />As bloated pink and spurting red <br />A pig blusters towards his head <br /> <br />Where savage impulse stirs a cry, <br />And leaping forward eagerly, <br />He tears the bowels with a knife <br />And gratifies his appetite.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-reading-golding-s-lord-of-the-flies/
