Have you seen pale white skin
Turn gold like a thanksgiving turkey
Tan-happy, the hazel eyed woman,
Sits on a sun chair, looking out
To a stationary sun and the Yucca trees.
The coal ministries are back
Singing halleluiah, the dust bowl
Is buzzing with mossies that are as plastic
As the cacti in Utah, while
Everywhere else in the world, especially
In the cyclone belt, there is californication
Of a climate, opening golden gates
To the furor of the weather gods. While
A little child in a Bangladeshi slum
In his broken English, sings, “rain, rain
Go away”. Mayhem is just a little waterless
Tap in the Australian outback
Where there are no longer billabongs
Only matildas stocking sun creams.
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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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