Of his fictionalized family
In Windhoek holds in general
And in the wider world—
Why . . . swallows happiness whole.
How is it this one word does so?
How does why swallow happiness
In ways who, what, where, when,
And how don’t? Why is well built
To never have an answer, never
A satisfying answer, because why’s built
To seek the because when there is no cause,
And what could make you unhappier
Than a word that sends you on quests,
Quest after quest, for something never there?
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