Paris (In The Aftermath)

It was well after
The emergence of darkness
When the night combusted to detonated vests
And bullet-thumping guns
Phlogiston blazed as fiery flames
In Lavoisier’s haunts and hunting grounds
Although there was nothing scientific about the night
Carnage they say are Neanderthal traditions
Unknowing to the meek and lovable ‘Homo sapiens parisiensis’
And finally when the sound of bullets faded
There was a stillness that could be seen
From the top of Eiffel tower
They say the night hid her tristesse
But the lungs beneath bosoms could not
As sorrow and agony were interwoven in wails and screams
In the gruesome aftermath
Until an arras of dawn was unfurled
And the Parisians went inside bed-covers
Knowing that for the unlucky ones
‘A bientot’ was perhaps too late………

And adieu……..
Was an eternity too soon.

Man crying


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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