Pessimism likes the bone
That is carved open through flesh
The butcher’s knife in the hands
Of the age deity who puts a number on a cake
And here, like petals
On the last day before wither
Praying for an extra day, we start to fade.
Like magnolias that are petrified
Of autumn, when seasons change and last rites
Are announced. And youth, is when we dance and sin
When an orgy called friendship
And a sacrament called sex
Make life a carousal of chiseled memories.
Matters not, which horse or horses we saddled or herded
We are only as glorious as the destinies we share
And the hearts we combust….
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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