Potato Farmer in Peru

potato

While a potato farmer gathers a tuber in Peru
We are gathering tubers, swollen
Anatomies that make us
Cry of longing of despair, helpless
Like a refugee in Manus island
Or a prisoner in Guantanamo bay

We have a heart that swells
When a potato field is not just so many
Eyes summoning you, it is a woman
That could see past your night
And dapple stars in your sky.

And that swelling is our vitality.
Under the ground, away from the beholder
She makes starch castles
And all it takes is a little enzyme, amylase
That she holds, to break the polysaccharides
To monomers. Sweet sugar of love.

We are all potato farmers in Peru
Hoping for a bumper season
Of one larger-than-life tuber.

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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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