Climate Change

Climate Change 2

Have you seen pale white skin
Turn gold like a thanksgiving turkey

Tan-happy, the hazel eyed woman,
Sits on a sun chair, looking out

To a stationary sun and the Yucca trees.
The coal ministries are back

Singing halleluiah, the dust bowl
Is buzzing with mossies that are as plastic

As the cacti in Utah, while
Everywhere else in the world, especially

In the cyclone belt, there is californication
Of a climate, opening golden gates

To the furor of the weather gods. While
A little child in a Bangladeshi slum

In his broken English, sings, “rain, rain
Go away”. Mayhem is just a little waterless

Tap in the Australian outback
Where there are no longer billabongs

Only matildas stocking sun creams.


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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