As The Bull Dozer Moves Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

As the bull dozer moves
So the hordes of green goblins
In the night
The chains that tie us so
Are loosened quite
And humans will more
Humans be
And not just rest
But
In the sub-conscious reign
Propense will be
The brain and mind will reign
In
The powers that they lost
In day
Into the hubbub of dull life of
Rote:
In the conscious where the
Beauty dazzled eyes
Propense to close
The night walks on velvet
And dark satin wears
The trees were chill and
Their ears open
To the wisdom of the
Owls
And to the boughs of the
Night-singing nightingales.