I asked him
                    the old one
how to  t-r-a-c-k and trap
find
      fine  
             l    i    n    e    s
                                      in fresh dirt
                                                          s ­  i   f   t    through the carrion
                                                         ­ they did not devour
                                                          ­                                  s   m   e   l   l    the droppings
                                                                ­                            to know even more
                                                            ­                                of their sacred work

even with his eyes closed
                                          he knew
                                                         but did not say
                                                         that I am among
                                                         the lazy learned
                                                         ­ who did not see
                                                                ­                    the p-r-i-n-t-s
                                                                ­                    I leave,
                                                                ­                    and the ones I read
                                                            ­                        are also
                                                                ­                    t-r-a-c-k-s
                                 ­                                                              that may lead
                                                                ­                                               to traps