My history is lost
A word went out and syllables fell apart
The intonation went flat
The meaning crumbled
And the light dust settled upon dung
My voice has fallen silent
There is no need to speak
My daughter and her daughter do not understand
Simple words and gestures
Draw blank and baffled stares
My eyes can no longer see my people
They wave, they cry, they laugh
I cannot make them out clearly
Gauze is over my eyes
And I cannot sketch them that quickly
My heart only beats and has ceased to hear
I strain and there is love but no words
The ancestors love me and I cannot remember their names
I perform all of our rituals and sacrifices
Yet my mothers and fathers are stone
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