Like Moses I stand,
The 10 commandments in my hand,
And the world of Big Brother
Hating me, as much as a liberal
Hates Donald Trump.
Jesus was hated, so was Donald.
So am I, for being a Jesus surrogate,
The vile eyes of evil,
The serpent, showing me the apple,
And my teeth biting my lip
Knowing temptation is just a woman
With big hips and bigger bottoms,
And I’m clutching the ten commandments,
The tabernacle my mind is,
And the conscience, that looks
And sees a camel walking through
A little aperture in a needle.
An oasis above the clouds summons me,
Like a water hole for a tusker.
Heaven is the screamer in my conscience,
Louder than a woman’s orgasm,
Or a kookaburra’s call,
And still always a song to me.
The diva my conscience is,
And her voice that never fails,
To serenade me.
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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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