Night Music Slanted <br />Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone <br />tread the red circle <br />and twist the space with speech <br /> <br />Come now, etheridge, don't <br />be a savior; take your words and scrape <br />the sky, shake rain <br /> <br />on the desert, sprinkle <br />salt on the tail <br />of a girl, <br /> <br />can there anything <br />good come out of <br />prison<br /><br />Etheridge Knight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cell-song/
