He wakes up
Looks at a little book and recites
Lines from right to left
Some moments of purification
For a man in a 6 by 8 room.
And he summons god,
A beautiful god who could make
A woman modest, a man committed
And love a conjugal language;
And afterwards, looks back at his long incarceration
In a sugarcane island.
And just like a sugar cane
All his sugar is encased inside the body.
And one day he will come out
And slash his skin to taste the sugar
That over the years, has turned bitter.
When he realizes that he was a nice guy before.
Who’s now painted in streaks of Hemingway.
And all it takes is a revolution of the mind
To make sugar, a lethal poison.
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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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