It was sitting on the beach
It was on the beach they found it
It was waiting on the beach
For the tide to rise and claim it
It smelled of rotten meat
And it was waiting
Sat in jelly like a hagfish
It was drying in the sun
Its mouth was full of teeth
More than is usual
It was darker than the weed
But it was lighter than the foam
When at last the water carried it away
There seemed to be a pattern
Forming underneath its skin
But no-one had a camera that day
And as it floated further out
Dark upon the sea, like oil
They packed their things and headed home
The beach was spoiled