On my honour I declare Poem by André Schmitz

On my honour I declare
that I have nothing to do with
myself.

I am not the landlord
of the body where I reside.

These eyes fixed day and night
on strange birds
and fascinated by the beauty of the world
are not the windows of my house.

The place where I am, what I am,
is not my homeland.

I am the son of a child who is not
yet born,
the wild husband of a woman whom I pass through
and who doesn't belong to me.

A young girl somewhere is still trying
to be my mother.