Batman's "Bombs" is a short, fragmented snapshot of an explosion, and the strange thing is how pretty it makes destruction sound. It opens with "a lightshow of colors," the kind of phrase you'd use for fireworks or a concert, and only in the next lines do we learn that it "looks like a building that just blew up." The comparison suggests the speaker is watching something that could be harmless or could be deadly, and the line between the two blurs.
The ending pushes that further. "The world-" breaks off with a dash, as if the thought is cut short, and then the poem settles on a world that is "now only colorful lights and explosions." Nothing else is left in view: no people, no buildings, no aftermath. The mood is stunned and dazzled, with an uneasy edge. The speaker doesn't say they're scared or sad, but the flat, quick lines feel like someone staring, unable to look away. That mix of beauty and violence is what lingers.