The Bulldozer in  General   

Bull by day
And dozes by night.

Would that the bulldozer
Dozed all the time

Would that the bulldozer
Would rust in peace.

His watchword
Let not a witch live

His battle cry
Better dead than red.

Give me if you must
The bull himself

But not the bulldozer
No, not the bulldozer.

By Robert Francis

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Other poems by Robert Francis:

• Blue Winter
• Catch
• Encounter
• Fair And Unfair
• Farm Boy After Summer
• Glass
• Hallelujah: A Sestina
• In Memoriam: Four Poets
• New England Mind
• On a Theme by Frost
• Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears
• Return
• Sheep
• Silent Poem
• Squash in Blossom
• Summons
• Symbol
• The Bulldozer
• Thoreau in Italy
• Waxwings