'Overnight, veryWhitely, discreetly, Very quietly
Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding,
Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Should through holes. We
Diet on water, Oncrumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing So many of us! So many of us!
We are shelves, we are, Tables, we are meek, We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers in spite of ourselves. Our kind multiples:
We shall by morning
Inherit the Earth.
Our foot's in the door.'
Mushrooms- Sylvia Plath
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