Rolling Out

These are the epitaphs of the sea left exposed every night by the tide; Pounding pulsing rolling in rolling out.. A shadow of a siren’s story, sly secrets subdued now simply shriek; Rolling in pulsing pounding rolling out.. Broken sand dollars and shell bits merge, forging a force to be conscious of; Delicately dubbed dominatrix, a strong surge can strong arm anyone; A wind pounding rolling in waves pulsing rolling out.. These are chiseled mermaid epitaphs.