how to train a cadaver dog

man outside the black door saying

‘many of you will die' meaning

Photo by Sasha Hails

ridiculously

not his people, those who built him

this complex electronic

nose, not them

e-sensing the population,

training dogs

to detect just 15mg of human

tissue, blood or bone

there are companies

to help with this now. perfume:

Pseudo Corpse Scent Formulation I,

for early detection, or below 0 degrees celsius.

at the water’s edge them veering

newly, awkwardly, cruel-to-be

-kindly away from one another—

us too. two metres is 17.5% longer

than the national human stature.

so ‘stay at home' for lack, among

data, of these more important

machines, my god

the iron lung / that loves me,

pumps my two / dust bags

in and out—and don’t let

strangers touch our dog, the family

dog, who is immune

but how we press our face to his!

these were the new house rules.

that day in the gorse, at the water’s

edge, laying

longer than ourselves

between ourselves.

Pseudo Corpse Scent Formulation II,

for post-putrefaction detection.

so he’s a big man is he. unskilled,

anathema. saying leave and stay

interchangeably, our language

flattened, before all else, against

that door. most vultures will not

register a creature as edible

unless mercaptan is present

in quantities equivalent with death.

so pick a unit, stick with it,

breathe for all six sets of lungs—

who got here in time.

who wasn’t on a ward, or lying

bonnie and flightless over

-oceans. our video loves.

Pseudo Corpse Scent Drowned Victim Scent,

scent source for 30 to 45 minutes, in still or running

water, at depths of 1-12 feet.

that last day

by the water, our dog

ate a jellyfish. he was fine.

unlike this, and contrary to popular

belief, the portuguese man-o-war

is not a singular organism. ‘colonial’,

it’s called; ‘siphonophore’, the latter

a favourite word from

childhood, hoarded. and how

they hang together! attached

to one another, and physiologically

integrated, to the extent that

they cannot survive independently.

indole, putrescine, cadaverine,

skatole—at last

us land-locked

with buzzards overhead.

that reek.

Theis Anderson

Theis is a poet completing their masters in Creative Writing at Goldsmiths.

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