You have been avoiding these questions,
I asked you where you took the family tree…
… I still see dead branches in your backyard,
and hear names mumbled;
of lost tongues from lost wars,
and lost recipes from lost widows,
who sing songs with lost lyrics,
while dancing to forgotten rhythms
empty graves left unwritten eulogies,
casting shadows over restless shrines…
Why are you avoiding me?
Why are you avoiding these questions?
Why… are you avoiding… these questions?