Fertile. Free. And barren. Barren
except tree, vine and the Chinchanu:
The silly cat–like critters with beastly claws. Barren
except for the shuttle’s scorch marks branding fresh blue grass
that The Chinchanu eat. Barren except for the settlers’ tents standing
like termite hills between the trees that the Chinchanu climb.
They line up with beastly claws facing the setting sun.
How quaint says the man with big yellow bulldozer
and new shiny gun.