We make a shoulder of the wind

of the wind we make a shoulder

and get nowhere, blinded and deaf

from effort, our inflexibility of will

mocked by the block of air

with its big bouncy blusterings

flying its flag with pride

unassailable, unreasonable

to all human effort save for windmills

in a former time. 

 

We make a promise to try harder

to live with these riots

the great grins of torn clouds

that bring ever changing news

of the wrenching of posts

concertina fences out at sea

playing the same shanties,

men seeking comfort in bars.