coulomb

the day started
with a bang
a double dutch rumble
the splatters pattering
ricochet down the jungle plants
the dirt slaked thirst
puddle brown blood
deep enough to drown a snail or
two spider webs ripped to shreds

and the night started the same
a reflection of dawn on the other side
of the horizon
black to back to black

the rupture, though,
of a flash, non-directional, green electric light
that color of fear
and the simultaneous crush
and doppler shift