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A Bacon Man


I say jeez, and let my teeth
Break the extra crispy bacon.
How heaven is it, the blend
Of pig flesh and fat, on a frying pan.
Perhaps I should have said, sweet Jesus,
How taste is an epiphany,
Like love or lust, a sudden realization
That something is turning gold.
How genius, for man to invent bacon,
Thin slices, that give you a
Slice of life. How breaking a fast,
Is beautiful, just like a day
Or two going without making love.

It builds up anticipation and yearning
For a brittle body and when
You plunge at the deep end,
You are your own salvation,
Taste, dancing on receptors,
White fat gripping my tongue,
As I silently praise God, “Thank you for sending me
My messiah, a piece of bacon”,
That liberates, an equivalent
To lust, hunger or appetite. The sounds
Of a tummy that appeases, to a windfall of taste,
What is brief as an orgasm,
And still lasts until you brush your teeth.

Bacon, how I keep on finding
The Elysian fields, where in
The brevity of fat on tongue,
Is a beautiful emulsion, how I break a body,
Like at mass, the tongue, as pink as a pig,
Doing what pigs are best at,
Proving that the insatiable,
Has no relevance to the clock.
Bacon, and breakfast, how fat leaks
From a bacon strip, fountains of flavor,
The crispiness of well-done bacon,
Breaking my fast.

How taste is a pig, a big fat one, the treats,
We explore, to contract a feeling, that is,
Better than a mouse’s magic.
How sometimes, taste rises above
Love, the aftermath of a slice
Of bacon, like the afterglow,
leaving an aftertaste, with
A tinge of post-coital tristesse.
The bacon blues, when you’re
Saddened that Hog Heaven,
Is now a yesteryear. How absolutely beautiful
That the best thing, your tongue
Has ever tasted, transcends
Most things in pink, even
A cat’s hiccup-prone tongue.


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 – -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.

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