with a microphone plugged into the earth.
We can hear ferns creaking, rabbit-chatter,
beech-roots muscling up through the dirt.

We can hear bones turning, bees spawning,
mushrooms growing, ants drinking sap.
When we take our earphones off we can hear

earth's huge silence listening back.

Peter Bland, from Selected Poems

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