Here you will find the Poem He Sees Through Stone of poet Etheridge Knight
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
