He sees through stone
he has the secret
eyes this old black one
who under prison skies
sits pressed by the sun
against the western wall
his pipe between purple gums
the years fall
like overripe plums
bursting red flesh
on the dark earth
his time is not my time
but I have known him
in a time gone
he led me trembling cold
into the dark forest
taught me the secret rites
to make it with a woman
to be true to my brothers
to make my spear drink
the blood of my enemies
now black cats circle him
flash white teeth
snarl at the air
mashing green grass beneath
shining muscles
ears peeling his words
he smiles
he knows
the hunt the enemy
he has the secret eyes
he sees through stone
ears peeling his words he smiles he knows the hunt the enemy he has the secret eyes he sees through stone.lot of images teaching us the readers a very special way of life ..thanku dear poet. tony
He sees through the stone.......most interesting and intuitive!
he led me trembling cold into the dark forest taught me the secret rites to make it with a woman to be true to my brothers to make my spear drink the blood of my enemies . such driving words
he has the secret eyes he sees through stone - - - fascinating concept and intriguing style
The title itself is very interesting and poem is fantastic. Thanks for sharing...