Cell Song Poem by Etheridge Knight

Cell Song

Rating: 2.7


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 13 January 2017

.........this poem leaves an important question for society to ponder ?

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M Asim Nehal 18 July 2016

Nice poem, I liked it thanks for sharing.

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