How in tens they appear,
Through the ghostly woods,
Shaming Walmart.
Those deciduous branches,
A far cry from tips of antlers.
Like acorns & pine cones.
How in the heart of winter,
Caribous trek thick dunes of snow,
Masts but no sail.
Tundra in a meltdown,
While the boreal shifts latitudes,
As do caribous.
Through misted snow,
They rally past ghostly branches,
Like virgins waiting for spring.
How caribous assemble near,
Santa’s sweat shop in the North Pole,
Like those illegal Mexicans.
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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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