African Child

Kite

In this dire corner
Of the long-forgotten King Solomon’s mines
Slender copper varnished bones
Draw murky muddy water
As an innocent seemingly-attentive
Face looks on, unknowing
That the umbilical cord of love
Is as strong as the rope
That carries a bucketful
Of rust-toned water

And that water
When infused and thickened
By cells and proteins
And permeated through
A short stubby nipple
Carries the strongest bridge
Ever built by man
When woman and child
Symbiose through an aqueduct
Carrying white gold – and unconditional love
Nourishing the African child
Watering his arteries
And drumming palpitations
While painting melanin
On savannahs of flesh
Till the baobab spine
Can carry a full moon
On a negro sky

And that chalice of light
Will spark spirits
And unchain heritages

Emancipating
Winged dreams.

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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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