A Bulldozer For The Peace

A BULLDOZER IN THE PEACE


Peace, philosophical peace, to tell
The truth, is in no way adequate
To our desire, as we grow up caught
In it; bypassed like most the world,
So we rush out to every passing action.


For the loaded log-truck's downhill braking
Squeal or its ten-gear changes climbing
The other side that breaks the oppressive
Valley schoolyard stillness. It knives inaction
That is a burden to us, the too great weight


Of bland existence, the long littleness of life
As it is otherwise, with its ignoble oppressive
Compromises, its bog earth duty, its unsung
Drudge wrangle below uneventful hills or skies
Investing weather talk to pass for conversation


A bulldozer at its dam-build rip and earthmoving
Is our breaking peace's happily vivid terre-a-theatre.
If a tree falls far in the forest the local boys will
Be all ears to the axefall or chainsaw wasp-hum
Tolling out before its watched and welcome crash.