SONNET ON ELEPHANTS BY DILANTHA GUNAWARDANA
MARTIN LUTHER KING (JR) BY DILANTHA GUNAWARDANA
How prayers that stood on tongue tips, Carving plumes of noise, as She, the lady of Paris, resists the dragons, Looming like the sun at sunset, and still, She will rise to the heavens, unlike Babel, To prove that no man can Vanquish Notre Dame, or decimate The memory of pilgrims scattered all over this
A country so queer; distant relatives of once bearded Terrorists who caused havoc on 9/11 back in 2001, Run 7-Eleven stores in the heart of New York; Little stores filled with newspapers, cigarettes, Coffee at dawn, chewing gum, random groceries And of course, some ice cream. And while the American dream for some, Is make
Find love, The type that presses upon another, And trembles like a blade of grass Upon the wind, and manifests In the smallest acts; Sister, You’re meant for far bigger things. Possess an eye made of mercury, Lips made of sculpted manganese, A body made of magnesium. And let your heart be broken once, So
I look out of the window At the icicles, the hot dog vendor and the one beggar Amassing coins. I look at the winter-colors All a ghostly white, remembering the vibrant summer time In Sri Lanka, my country of birth. The roof appears to be sinking all of a sudden, The walls come closer, asphyxiating
I was potty trained, Schooled, grad-schooled, And yet, nothing Could prepare me to The moment, when I learnt, That some epiphanies, Are so magnetic, they Make lips, probe, anneal And stay for a while.
Kerala to Las Vegas, Nevada. Lagoons, to a dessert town. The slot machines making Calamitous clanging noises, Of falling bonanzas. While a man goes through A little passage to an immigration officer, Who guards a post, while seated, Letting one man enter inside A narrow aisle, like a coin slipping inside A slot machine. 5