An award-winning poet was murdered this week.
Renee Good was, of course, a multitude of other beings as well. We all are.
But in 2020, she won one of Old Dominion’s most prestigious accolades, the American Academy of American Poets Prize.
Rajiv Mohabir was serving as a judge for the contest in 202o and selected her poem as the winner. He said “…he never had the chance to meet or interact with Ms. Good, as he was teaching in Boston then and the contest was held remotely that year. But he said he was struck by the poem’s idea that “we have to kill something in order to know it,” and since Ms. Good’s killing, has been ruminating on its ending words:
“that the bible and qur’an and bhagavad gita are sliding long hairs behind my ear like mom used to & exhaling from their mouths ‘make room for wonder’ —
all my understanding dribbles down the chin onto the chest & is summarized as:
life is merely
to ovum and sperm
and where those two meet
and how often and how well
and what dies there.”
Read the whole poem, On Learning to Dissect Fetal Pigs at poets.org.
Ruth has this week’s Poetry Friday roundup at There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town.

