Wind and Climate

We sat there on the sandy throne As gathering pebbles and seagulls stood Wondering without a care in the world A sun blasted sky upon enthralling waves Heat for bodies that sprawled on mud And watch passively for the year to change Or recovered from the throat of a bottle Jesus drenched with liquor and war The municipals carved firmly with precision Definite upon the land's presentation Capped the gust of motor pipe wind Residential monopoly for those with eyes Workers lifted about, heads drifting The live in barter for compensation As animals raced into sensation Crows and dogs unconcerned about the wind