Defenestration

Standing languidly
Back to the pane
Head hanging
Between thin shoulders
Neck folded and wrinkled
Eyes bent upwards

Behind his razor sharp
Shoulder blades
The complete sheet thin glass
Is a clear view of the clear sky

Man gazing him in the eye
This eye contact is an attempt
To reach... to feel... to grasp...
Something undetermined
Whatever it is, it isn't reached
As man's hands come charging
Like a swat team with a battery ram
At the drug dealers door-
His chest
Which caved in like bad sufle
Then momentum commanding him
To take steps backwards
He obeys and realizes
He is pushed by what feels like
The wind of a hurricane
Then he feels the pane...

No more clear sky
The window is a heavy dark cloud
Sparkling drops of glass is rained
Then his body is a lightning bolt
Swiftly surpassing shards
That slice him on the way down

Alike all electricity intends
He found ground
Just as soon
His lightning body is
Followed by thunderous boom