o jardim do mal

the garden of evil
covers your mind
with the less exotic species.
the red copihue stands above them all
a gentle corolla crowns you
in its supreme opulence.
who could have known that
such a common flower
would burn your head
like a subtle fire
in the woods, burning every twig
with its dull flames?

the naked body now lays
intoxicated, yet purified
among leaves of monstera deliciosa
several adam and eve's ribs.
the origin of your pain
is then uncovered:
like a new species,
colourful, vibrant
torching its fire through history:
rousseau's petrified indians
darwin's methodic eyes
hitler's violent kisses
today's toxic blood bubbles.