Standing in unlit corridor, I spread shabby white sheet
over cool blue rexine: number twelve, side upper berth.
Train, wracked by deep cough trembles, moves. Explosion
at restaurant in Lyon in France: Source AFP. I push
dark suede moccasin under seat across. Shots fired in car chase
north east of Paris say police sources. 20 year old unrecognisably
smudged picture is me enough: ticket inspector nods.
Hostages taken North East of Paris, say police. I swing myself up
to reach berth over woman reading book. Kundera
smiles on cover. Police, helicopters
rush to corner two missing suspects in Paris attack,
say French officials. I prise open rusty jammed reading light,
draw curtains over faint urine smell leaking into
warm banana fritter. Paris massacre suspects holding one
hostage: police source to news agency. I close eyes before I close
book. Suspects killed, hostages emerge from Paris
supermart, say officials. I emerge through
small, crowded door. Birth into dark.