Communication, of a Sort

Calling the donor of
Such quirks, attributes,
Skin-tone, ligaments
As you contributed to my mix.

Son to father,
How do you read me?
No response, beyond
Bog standard tuning whine,

Fading to tashweesh,
Most onomatopoeic
Of Arabic words for
Audio interference.

My own children have spoken
To me with their mouths full,
Or by satellite, but I’ve never
Been on your wavelength.

If you had the remotest notion
Of me, what would you think?
I’ve been given to believe that
You are not responsible for my nose.

Over.
.