Erika Goodrich's poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Nashville Review, Spoon River Poetry Review, CALYX Journal, Juxtaprose Literary Journal, The Pinch Journal, The Boiler, The Atticus Review, among others.



Erika Goodrich

Fallen



after Kevin Prufer There is now, where her body fell a dead bird. Or, what is left of it: a flap of frayed wing. At a glance it waves, like the headdress of a fallen tribal chief as night closes around it. As though its body will rise — And the wind winnows a broken hallelujah, through the crown of a winged elm’s leaves. * Then the sun. Its setting shadow feathered through the trees. And the car. The dent of her body — Her body: the breaking of bone on metal, from which her body flung like confetti flit like the wings sparrows across a sky of rose-dust. * As the body emptied, as the mind that left it reset & zeroed, her feet stiffened, her fingers unfurled, her eyes, like marbled stars — Then, the comfort that comes, when the mind & body un- tether when, finally, only those left behind can move the body. * Good, that we witness the way a body stills. Good too, that there is the dent of her body on the car’s hood. Good, to see the way a body is like a machine: the way it just stops while the cars on the cross-street keep moving.


“Fallen” is written in response to being witness to a traffic homicide. I had the unfortunate experience of watching a girl get hit by a car and shortly thereafter pass away on the shoulder of the street, much like dead animals shoved to the side. Everything happened so fast it felt surreal and the aftermath continued to haunt me. A few months after this accident, I read “Fallen from a Chariot” by Kevin Prufer which gave me access to language for these lingering emotions. Always interested in exploring new ways to view and attempt to understand death, this poem found voice.



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