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From 'moments'

bat-squeaks in the ceiling

in the distance the weighty drone of a tractor
           slashing paths
                      clickshots of stones and sticks

how that tractor plunders the new morning
           the world runs on this    not the bat peeps
                      runs on this weightier growl of engine




More poems from Nicola Bowery's poetry collection 'married to this ground'

the bed
Re-greeting Australia-the-motherland
as lichen