No One Can Hear Me

I awake, not sure whether I am alive... or dead I wait, for the smell of the hearth... and baking bread But, what greets me is the smell of the privy next to my bed I am like a ghost.. no one remembers what my last words were I listen for the clucking of hens I listen for my goat in her pen I listen for my little brother, my kin I do not hear them I yell, For my mother For my father For my sister But no one can hear me, Not even the gods