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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
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