Smaller and Smaller

Drought makes the workers dream

Muscles and fields of green

Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity

Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein, drain

Someday the rains will come

My blistered hands tell me

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

Bite

Bite

Bite

Cry

Smaller and smaller and smaller

I'll keep coming back

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Squash me

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Under the charity

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Under the topsoil

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Under the fingernail

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Small becomes all, becomes all

Bite

Bite

Bite

Cry

Drain

Drain

Bite

Bite

Bite

Cry

Shovel the last few crumbs of generosity

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller

Smaller and smaller and smaller