The empires we built
With hand, heart and lips
And the one room we couldn’t fill
With the confluence of my little passengers
To your little planets
And in our twilight we will look back
Fondly at our crumbling exteriors
And wonder why
A little tumbling ball of cells
Was beyond any sky or ocean
And I will look at you with shame
Knowing I lighted all your rooms with little bulbs
And still see my ashes
Knowing I couldn’t hang
A string of fairy lights in your heart
Nor drown the moon in your uterus
Published by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)
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.
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