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.
Writer(s): Paul Anthony Smith, Duncan Robert Lloyd, Lukas James Wooller, Thomas Alexander English
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