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
Cell Song
Etheridge Knight
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Poem topics: alone, girl, light, music, night, rain, red, sky, sleep, space, good, speech, prison, circle, desert, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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