Dark Inside

The dark of a man can show.
That nightness inside a soul
Only hinted at
in the visage of
the one leaning against the wall of the bus station
wearing a touch of Rasputin

in the slit-eyed glance
of one in dirty sweats and matted hair
and busy, empty hands

in the flicker-licked lips
of the one who appears
beyond suspicion
and who acts
oh-so-friendly.

Yes, it shows, but only in a certain

dark light.

Close-up of a hand.