the decline of the southern civilization

“caboclo”, de debret.
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 
 ㅤ ㅤdecomposed.
everything is slowly falling
into decay.

entire tribes, languages
riversides, marijuana bosks
handmade cigarettes, holy
broken bones of gods buried
 ㅤ ㅤalive
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
mother Death.

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