Tormented By The Silence

The tide was coming in.

Grass was worn away.

The beach was dotted with

group of boys waiting

for the assembly.

He was searching his mind

for simple words

"We need an assembly."

He lost himself

in a maze of thoughts.

He stopped again.

Surrounded by the
comfortable presence.
He shouted:
"Shut up."

He's effort fell.
The storm broke as
he shrank away

defenseless to his seat.

The dispersed figures
became a discussion
and a random scatter.

A thin wail, lying
in the long grass, gibbering.

"I'm chief. I was chosen."
The sound of mock hunting
stirred in the dark
the tide was coming in.

The storm broke
the east comes from the water.
"Nuts."
Sit down. Ralph shouted.

He let out his spare breath.
Hands were reaching for the conch.
The tide was coming in.

They bumped frightently.
The beast stirred in the dark,
the sound of it sniggering.

A shadows fronted him
tempestuously
"Bollocks to the rules"
"Jack, Jack."

He was silent again
and peered into the
gloom.