Cell Song by Etheridge Knight

Night Music Slanted
Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone
tread the red circle
and twist the space with speech

Come now, etheridge, don’t
be a savior; take your words and scrape
the sky, shake rain

on the desert, sprinkle
salt on the tail
of a girl,

can there anything
good come out of
prison

From: http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/g_l/knight/online_poems.htm

Date: 1968

By: Etheridge Knight (1931-1991)

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