Question

You're very clever at poking fun at weaklings.
Frail crumbling houses, crumbling doors, crumbling rafters,
crumbling wood, crumbling bodies, crumbling lives,
crumbling hearts
the wind god winnows and crushes them all.
He won't do what you tell him.
So, come, let's build strong homes,
explain the stanza​

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