unexpectedly the light rail train he rode spun through several tunnels that disoriented himnot that he minded  staccato daylight amber electric light stark blackbarred shadows thrown by trestles above fast walls close enough to touch if it werent for the glass between them 

                          then emerging breathtakingly into the sunlightbirth sunlight banging hard if it had sound it would sound like a blown tire flapping violently in a wheelwell  banging hard off vibrant LatinMexican colours  too close to actually make out the mural the graffiti he wondered which interrupted the other and before passing into the next tunnel
he spied on the pitted concrete block wall painted in white DEATH FEELS CLOSE 

one word over the other stacked like a tombstone

DEATH FEELS CLOSE

there were dirtywhte grinning skullsrheumy eyeballs suspended in black hollow sockets

phantasmagoric plants and beasts feasting on severed body partssucking bones phallic black and silver handguns wet knives scarred machetes howlsOoooooo paintedprinted with lush yellows greens and gray ash 

                                                                                   he had the impression of an American jungle a jungle overgrowing a failed city a civilisation

DEATH FEELS CLOSE 

                          a pronouncement an incantation theirs for him for anyone who saw

orange sand swept by coolblue waves

tipped lit by the sun

like candle flames

hued

                he preferred to think the light was the sun

because there is a sun were Death presides

1515,  Thursday,  16  5. 19

1447,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  29  5. 19