Abomination

And this is ghastly,
Most kids just build a castle in the sand,
What is this monstrosity?
A face complete with grinning teeth
And red anenomes laid out beneath.
Cnidarian eyes with purple ring irises.
Snide words rise like riled flies from the child,
Spoken as if possessed,  grim noise,
He offers the dire face his dire voice.
Parents rush in to intervene,
Kicking at the sandy face,
Fracturing razor clam shells lodge themselves,
In the soles of dishevelled feet,
Making haste as they retreat,
Grasping tightly at the boys wrists.
He screams, casts his wet eyes back for a glimpse
Of his half destroyed creation and shakily,
Years from now he relates this to me,
A story constructed from older memories,
That smouldered and could smoulder on for centuries,
A man unable to shake free from an old injury,
Unable to articulate a burning childhood fury
Buried in sand and never to be extinguished by the sea.