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Etheridge Knight: Online Poems


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 

from Poems from Prison. Detroit: Broadside Press, 1968. p. 11. Online Source

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