Made from the Irish famine,
And by Mexican imports,
She lies in the hearts of the local and the foreigner,
As this boundless land grows potato and corn
To fill plates, which is the only mercy
A migrant asks for in the first instance,
And there is nothing to milk,
From this new land, except a green card,
That tells you, you’re now a part of this terrain,
Carrying the right to make tequila
And poteen, while spurring on the human spirit,
To distill a fraction of an American,
Which with time, will slowly become one,
With the golden-bodied Budweiser,
Gripping and moistening one’s lips
To the cold bitter tide of a brew,
Healing a homesick heart,
Of her sweet nostalgia.
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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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