The smell of gases that a tiny hole throws
Is caught by the nose
A little aroma from your end-plumbing
That other noses repulse
And yours rejoice.

There is nothing remotely musical
As that little noise in your colon
Caught in a colon-burp
Accompanying a little heartbeat, a little drag of lungs
And some finger tips playing desk-music
Making a little flesh-wind instrument
Part of a small orchestra.

Some music for the silent night
Some company for the lonesome man.



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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