Dilantha Gunawardana


Necrophiliac - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

London in the frenzy of the twilight hours
Awaken to the torrential lachrymal showers
The morgue my only blissful haven
A forensic ghost a white coat craven

This was my chosen profession a shrouded zombie
Living among the dead in this graveyard Abercrombie
The neurons in a constant shrieking banshee orgasm
As the cold cases archive to the palm's subtle spasm

This used to be Dr Jekyls and Mr Hyde's devilish hell
As the red light district corpses horizontally fell
I knew my calling was to seek a gelatinous justice
To a monotonous yet euphoric practice

Then there was the body of the decapitated beauty
To her willful fall from grace at the hands of the locomotive pouty
That engulfed the life of this naïve earthly soul
Neck and crop, the body wailing the blues toll

The politician the victim of a precision sniper
Dancing to the tune of his mentor the diabolique pied piper
Justice came with the shake of the miracle hand
As the lanes grooved to the melody of the educative band

These are the stories that captivate my candlelight existence
A lycanthrope to the masses masquerading in God's human nuances
A day sleeper that transforms in to a vigilante necrophiliac
The lone warrior for the marginalized, justice's throbbing aphrodisiac


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem on a forensic scientist

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 16, 2013


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