Requiem

The fire spreads along,
The island is burning,
Flames rise and lap the platform where meetings once were,
At the scar where all this began,
At the signal fire mountain where a signal once was,
Through the pig trails,
In the glade where she was killed,
Castle Rock where Piggy fell,
Waves lap at the death rock,
Reflect the orange in the calm lagoon,
A lullaby for the dead,
Twisting shapes like those of the fallen,
Burning creepers near the living,
Smoke rises,
Clouds the skies,
That let down rain when he died,
Clouds where the conch's shattered fragments lay,
Over the broken skull,
That spoke to Simon,
And no one lives on the Island,
Only the ghosts of the dead.