Mary Magdalene, who in Jesus’s times,
Became the biblical one,
The one who followed the chosen one,
To his destined death.
The oldest profession, practiced by throngs
Who reach out to you, in red-light districts,
From Thailand to New York.
The short skirts, the fore-arm extending forward,
The little gestures, subtle eye-contact,
The promise of lipstick,
The burgundy mascara and red blush,
A body for an out-of-body experience,
Carrying a fat twat that has seen less
Sunlight than any cloistered nun.
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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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