Ghosts or Beasts?

We need an assembly
Not for laughing
And falling.
This meeting must not be fun,
But business.
Those legendary storms
Of the pacific
Have shifted here.
And the shadows were where they ought to be.

If you’re chief,
You had to think,
You had to be wise.
Do all of you see?
You voted me as chief,
Now you do what I say.

The beastie,
The snake,
The fire,
The talk of fear.
Where from?
What does that mean?
Were frightened
We put up with being frightened.
But the beast,
The one that’s as dark as the islands night,
That’s nightmares.

What about ghosts?

The storm broke.
No!
I don’t believe in ghosts?
—ever!

I got the conch
Shut up!

The rules,
You’re breaking the rules.

Sucks to the rules!
Because
The rules are the only thing we got.

Who cares!

Ghosts or Beasts?

The assembly shredded away
As quickly as a storm of angry wasps.

I ought to give up
Being chief.

Oh lord!
Oh no!
I’m scared of him
What’s the use?
Well,
Fat lot of good we are,
Three blind mice,
They stood in darkness,
Lost,
Again,
In deep waters.

Go on being chief.
Try.