Delicacy

The ravenous truffle pig
In the woods without truffles

Snuffles through the bookstore shelves,
Shaking its frustrated skull

In a concentrated rage
That notices nothing much

But the maddening absence
Of livelihood, sustenance.

You may snicker at the sight
Of this ridiculous beast,

Unless you are a gourmand
Who knows what comes of success

Beyond this daft pig’s own dreams—
Someone’s future ecstasy.