Smaller and Smaller

Drought makes the workers dream

Muscles and fields of green

Shovel the last few crumbs

Of generosity

Open hearts, 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