Stinky Penguins

Another day, another
Batch of pretty photographs
Gathered to glow on your screen,

Another profundity.
The illusory will seem
Illusory until smell

Comes with news aggregators—
For now, even bleak horrors,
Digitally accurate,

Show the arty perfection
Of odorless galleries
With futuristic white walls.

A colony of penguins
Scatters like words on blue ice,
Grey skies, black calligraphy.

The iced ground where they roost’s dirt
From volcanos and guano,
Rough and smelly, not so nice.