Suicide

I was born with no voice or choice – like any man

Trapped to the hybrid form

Of my parent’s design – of their DNA

Yet in death I found both  – my own voice and my wishful choice

Untainted by the greed of life

And embellished by the freedom of my soul

To fly away, far into the milky way

To be recycled back to a mosaic of form

To be trapped once again, outside of my own will

In yet another sculpture of impermenance

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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