Am I what
they are not?
And what
if I am,
Who cares?
Here I am
one of them.
Above or under
water,
They are
none but me.
And I
don’t know how to swim…
Why the water,
why the sea?
Not enough
of what I see:
Rape,
shots and robbery.
When they
came did I ask
“What is
mine, dear Sir?
Tell me
now: what is yours?”
A
piece of land, a precious stone, dark oil, hard wood –
Belonging
to you, belonging to me?
Look,
look!
They
brought to us:
Mirrors,
diseases and hand-me-downs.
Rifle in
hand, foot of steel, here they are
And have
always been.
A WILL
like theirs is not my will.
What do I
know?
And still…
Arms and
legs and head and feet,
Here is
the water,
My body
just sinks.
Deep down,
deep down, is there a THERE which is mine, which is yours?
I want to
go where they came from
I WANT TO
GO WHERE THEY CAME FROM!
Vienna, June 8th 2015