the emerald tulips
on a distant
green and purple planet
are waiting to be
smelled.

the wind blows softly
over those emerald tulips
and none are there
to hear it

not yet.

none are there
to see their tender beauty,
and the gentle glassy clinks
their petals often make

so,
naturally,
we spend our time
and efforts
designing more
efficient landmines
and explosives
that liquify bones.