"Hunger" and "No Lily Pad"

Hunger

Slowly fed
Into the mouth
Of the MRI
As if a hostage
Slipped into a cave
A mausoleum
Or movie
Monster maw
Soothing music
Earphones deliver
Fails to compete
With this device’s
Clatter and clamor
That’s kin I bet
To sci-fi junkyard
Dynamos digesting
Manned spacecraft

No Lily Pad

Rub the grey bulb
As if a lucky charm
And it might be
Just that
For a squeeze
Signals distress
And a nurse will
Hop to your rescue
Like a childhood toy
Frog inspired
By a similar pump
Of fingers or hand
Gusting air
Through a tube
Much slimmer
Than any MRI
Employs