This poem was written for an English assignment. I wrote it along with two of my friends. It's a "found poem" which means the words in the poem came from the actual text. Although I don't really like the book (it's morbid and disturbing), the poem actually turned out nice.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Flies belong to Sir William Golding, not to me.

In the Creepers

Weary feet on a track,
Hoofs on a path.
Caught in a curtain of creepers
Tried to escape.

Boys started running
Heard sounds of agony.
Blade continued to flash
At the end of a bony arm.

Power overwhelming,
What the downward stroke
would bring.

The pig tore loose
Scurried
Into the undergrowth.
Knife still aloft.

from the Lord of the Flies p.28