Still Wandering - an original poem

Do here I plant my oar?
Boreas blows only sand

industrial haze
cities of the north
draft from passing trucks
winnowing the grain
laid on the road.

Everyone's seen the sea on TV;
Instantly devouring
Slaughtered rams and bulls

I wrote this a few years ago in China, at a time when I was reading a lot of Homer. Thank you for reading.