Truffles and Treasures

Mankind seems a fraction lost chasing truffles and treasures through the sawdust of his mind. Beating back wild hogs in the backwaters of temptations as emerald jacket croakers play hide and seek with cattails swaying back and forth through their mossy incarnations. Nobody cares to sacrifice amidst the briar to walk in the steel toed heartache of another. ...nobody yearns to meet the silky eye of God until they crack another wishbone against the iron vein of a Capricorn sky. What mankind didn't know was that the wild hog horde unearthed the truffles and treasures... a lifetime and a half ago. the dream drifting far away from heaven. on a coal train destined toward hell. In the aftermath a trinity of violet butterflies hovers over a pile of wild hog scat beating to the throbbing of what always was and what could have been.