There is

a poem by Tom Lane

There is
A darker current
Flowing within
Everyone of us

It is not lurking
In the depths
But with the surface
Of the skin
Is almost flush

Secretly wrapped
In that cutting look
In the pretense of giving
Something you took

Twisted on the tongue
Harsh words delivering
Sweet revenge savouring
How suddenly
Our daily cruelty
Becomes such a casual thing

For we are the savage children
Possessed by our human blood
Our gods cheated
Our demons misunderstood.