They used to call him Piggy.
Piggy!
Ralph danced as a fighter-plane,
machine-gunned Piggy and lay there laughing.
A child appeared among the heat haze.
His name was Simon.
Ralph's last laugh died away.
Simon felt a perilous necessity to speak
His effort to express fell about him in ruins
Simon was crying about a dead man on a hill
About a body on the hill
They screamed, struck, bit, and tore
Simon's body moved out toward the open sea
Then the boys rushed screaming into trees
For a long minute there was silence
Ralph was shivering
He put his head down
He accepted this new fact like a wound
Now Piggy was dead
Simon dead.
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