Current

Current, by Stuart Dybek:

The third rail
and the electric chair

are charged with the current
that glows tonight

in the bedside lamp
illuminating your body.

I like this poem, but as the paranoid being I am, I couldn't help but read this with an overall macabre tone. I feel like Dybek is wishing the electricity that runs through the rail and the chair, both of which kill people rather gruesomely, into the bedside lamp and subsequently into the body.
While the poem contains 'happy' words such as illuminating and glowing, it still has a subtle, morbid undertone; I feel like the souls of those killed by the electricity, all glowing, come back through the current into the night, and ultimately onto his subject's body.

Checking doors and windows,
~Roland