jané dowd

SO LONG, AND THANKS FOR ALL THE FUCKS

 

to you, ungood men, I bid an unfond goodnight

now to hell with you and with you take my insincere thanks

no thanks I say from here on out

no need to neither want one nor desire

for you a memory garden

the seclusion of buds

the terror of the first bee

its seeking snuffling how it makes

a bed inside your innermost folds

no thanks to you I’ve had enough

this is a mark of the season coming

I, trellis

I, pea

I shoot I vine I root

the bed is big

wide my mind and bare

I become harvest become feast become

flesh

Solitary.

Buzzing.

Jané Dowd (b. 1987) is a South African poet whose work traces the luminous edge between grief and wonder. Rooted in the Eastern Cape Highlands, her poems explore attention, ecology, embodiment, and the strange tenderness of being alive in a fractured world.