I Recognise The Light
I visit South America
Via a dead man's words:
Undercover priests and barren parks.
I visit through a different man's images,
Exercising in his underwear,
laminating the past.
I've never been to Mexico City,
But I recognise the light.
I've never been to Santiago -
Its history keeps me up at night.
People sell mobile phone holsters
In shaded kiosks in an urban
Sprawl that moves at a crawl.
I once took a European night train,
But now I wait for something to
Enter the frame.
