Dead Gods by the Sea Shore

Like craggy old faces of an ancient god,
Stoically staring at the sea.
They don’t move, don’t even nod,
From their pedestals, they cannot flee.

The force of nature withering and wearing,
salt stings their eyes, but never a tear falls.
A flock of sea gulls, boisterous and blaring,
these dead deities, deaf to their calls.

The sea laps around their chins,
burying them in the murky gloom.
As the tide rises and falls, the earth spins,
and they play hide and seek with the sun and moon.

The rock wears away as time flees by,
revealing new layers more majestic than before.
As all over the planet, life grows and dies,
The ocean swallows them and they sink to the floor.