Thank You

I hand myself up the bus to the driver’s end 

to thank him. I climb off thanking him 

because it’s what we do thank 

bus drivers as we thank 

no-one else it’s a cultural thing 

making ready perhaps 

when the ferryman dumps us 

on the sulphurous shore 

to thank him too. 

from The Missing Months (Faber, 2022), © Lachlan MacKinnon 2022, used by permission of the author and publisher, Faber & Faber Ltd.

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