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
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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4/15/2024 11:46:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
.........this poem leaves an important question for society to ponder ★