The Ever Changing Conch

Found Poem From William Golding's Lord of the Flies page 11

Phantoms of the lagoon
Abstently flicked
A shell of cream
Inches near the hands of
a deep hole

The shell was glistening
Not to be touched

Soon, it would fall
Into the deep mouth of the hole
Down, down, the shell fell

Down the shell lay, eighteen inches down
Pounds of soil pushed the shell deep
Weight pulling it into
The vivid, glistening water

The shell arose in a logoon, as a new shell
A conch
In the colour of green
With a pretty spiral twist

The conch is not touched any longer
as an excited
Ralph and Piggy make
A grap for it