(for maria felipa)

 

so it goes that in the name of independence

maria felipa beat the shit out of

the portuguese with a bunch of nettles

 

trying to save salvador

and other lands from the wrath

of white men

 

it was when they took their clothes off

believing they’d be fucking that felipa

would set the caravels on fire

 

maria felipa would seduce like libras do

(distract and destroy) anticipating in 100 years

the tactics now known as black bloc

 

if cobain were alive certainly

that little chorus would be meant for her

‘polly wants a cracker’

 

(that story of the girl who seduces

the executioner and frees herself and 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)

 

100 years over and it’s me beating the shit

out of you not with the weed (yes that one)

to save myself from the fright

 

your republic of coxinhas won’t

accept mine, of northeastern mortadela,

but perhaps zika will level us all,

 

micro- or anencephalic, just you and i

will go on fucking, molotov cocktail

of darkness, fertilising with your sperm

 

all my captainships until

that one is named after a southern

city, ‘new middle ages’.