the decline of the southern civilization
esse poema faz parte de um pequeno livro em inglês, que escrevi apenas para enviar a uma amiga de illinois, nos estados unidos. é o único que eu não acho tão brega.
ㅤ ㅤopium smokers
incense the city stuck in the
jungle with the
scented fume that comes out
from their ultracivilized pipes.
ㅤ ㅤmagnolia, palo santo
ㅤ ㅤginger in spools, big
coriander stalks covering the
blood-painted gates like blankets.
ㅤ ㅤthis servant slowly
digesting the corpse of her
baby son. everything is
gastric, everything is
everything is slowly falling
entire tribes, languages
riversides, marijuana bosks
handmade cigarettes, holy
broken bones of gods buried
destroying and being destroyed
in wars started to conquer
ㅤ ㅤdystopian spice cans.
europeans deflowering magical
creatures of the tropical night; female
entities who never knew
ㅤ ㅤthe wickedness. stone idols
turned into dildos by fat&hateful
ladies from the northern hemisphere.
ㅤ ㅤgallows being built over
ancient cemeteries. bodies burning
next to the recent-build barns, indian
necks hanging from the branches. children
retreating to the trees. danger
ㅤ ㅤsigns, arrow tips, millenary
stones and whole civilizations entering
ㅤ ㅤnot only the Other Planes
but the history books. resisting, dying
violently near the riversides, the marijuana
bosks, slowly falling into
ㅤ ㅤdecay. slowly joining their