I’ve been called worse.
And really, I have the same
training as a cadaver dog.
Olfactory honed for rotten blood,
the decomposition, the hunt—
the eternal chase.  

A solid remains searcher
can detect a corpse through
fifteen feet of good dirt.
Like me, canines are
incorporated into archeology,
the sifting & finding of the lost,
the hidden, and reclusive.  

To patch holes acquired
along the way—
All poets sniff & snuffle
& scratch  for the dead.