Truffles

TRUFFLES


Out with the pigs, she had discovered
Truffles.
The pig’s snouts had scraped away
the concealment.
The truffles in the wild looked different
than truffles in a trompe l’oeil,
although lacking in architectonic elegance
and textural exquisiteness and a fastidiousness,
the wild truffles prevailed,
although the earth had tarnished
their surface brilliance
and social finese, these wild truffles
would elicit the praise of a robust aesthetician
for their psychological and philosophical depth
rendered in a style mystic and apocalyptic.
The girl, disheveled from the excitement,
left the truffles
as the pigs had discovered,
left the truffles for the pigs to eat.


Duane Locke

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