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.