He sees through stone <br />he has the secret <br />eyes this old black one <br />who under prison skies <br />sits pressed by the sun <br />against the western wall <br />his pipe between purple gums <br /> <br />the years fall <br />like overripe plums <br />bursting red flesh <br />on the dark earth <br /> <br />his time is not my time <br />but I have known him <br />in a time gone <br /> <br />he led me trembling cold <br />into the dark forest <br />taught me the secret rites <br />to make it with a woman <br />to be true to my brothers <br />to make my spear drink <br />the blood of my enemies <br /> <br />now black cats circle him <br />flash white teeth <br />snarl at the air <br />mashing green grass beneath <br />shining muscles <br /> <br />ears peeling his words <br />he smiles <br />he knows <br />the hunt the enemy <br />he has the secret eyes <br />he sees through stone<br /><br />Etheridge Knight<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-sees-through-stone/
