He is Hank to anyone who knows.
When he drinks
it is just enough
to release something bright,
Hank wears a June bug shell –
shining blue, purple, red, green,
reflecting light like a saw-toothed rainbow,
Trapped in a cold water room
rhythmic thumping against window glass,
Someone opens the window,
releases him to hum at the light,
in the dark
When the window closes
the room he cannot reach.