(for maria felipa)

 

it is said that in the name of independence

maria felipa beat the shit out

of the portuguese with giant nettles

 

trying to save salvador

and other lands from the yoke

of white men

 

it was when they took their clothes off

believing they’d be fucking

that felipa set the caravels on fire

 

maria felipa would seduce like Librans do

(_{DISTRACT AND DESTROY}) anticipating by 100 years

the tactics now known as black bloc

 

had cobain been alive certainly

that little refrain would have been meant for her

‘polly wants a cracker’

 

(that story of the girl who seduces

the torturer and unshackles herself then tells

the story to deaf ears

 

as is the case of maria felipa

whose act of guerrilla bitchcraft

is known and celebrated by few)

 

fast forward 100 years and it’s me beating the shit

out of you though not with the weed (yep that one)

to save myself from dread

 

your republic of deep fried coxinhas won’t

accept mine, of northeastern mortadella,

but perhaps zika will level us all

 

micro- or anencephalic, just you and i

left fucking, molotov cocktail

of darkness, fertilising with your sperm

 

all my captaincies until this era

is named for a southern city,

‘new middle ages’.