New Hunger

When bolted shut by screens of plasma’s shacks,
the eyes were tacked to pictures starring Clark
Kents. Never-ending discontentment sparks
unlocking doors while displays change to black.

And leaves unleash a rustling greeting back
to hungry groups of people seeking arks
of beauty. They compel the men to park
with newly freed minds asking what they lack.

So they digest the earth and life and sky
with newly styled taste buds transformed now
from captivating pixelated ones.
The endless sets of lively ponds for eyes
and plants in unmatched clusters grown with bows
are magnifying glasses for the sun.