An inconsequential curse

“Curse you!” From nowhere came the screech of crazy woman on the beach.
The staring eyes, the ugly face of one who thought we’d stole her space.
Wide-eyed, my child spoke not a word as overhead a scream of birds
Added to the evil wish: on the rocks there lay dead fish.

We hurried off; all fun had gone. Deserted sand now left alone
We scurried homewards hand in hand, wishing not our ground to stand
For right to play as we would wish; for on the rocks there lay dead fish.

We’d left the shore to cross the road when suddenly a stock car towed
From a racetrack near at hand veered off the street towards the strand.
My child was there. I tried to snatch his hand - too late. I could not catch
His life to keep it safe and sound. Yet still I hear his voice around.