I see the sky
And ponder on biology
And culture, that maketh me.
Or am
I part
Of some great plan
For man?

My dog has a heart
Full of love for me.
He is biology
(As I am),
But is he part
Of some inscrutable plan
For dog and man?

I am told
That my dog has no soul,
Yet he is more loving than
Many a man.

Or is it art
That separates dog from man?
Perhaps we are part
Of some god’s great plan.

In the end
My old friend,
I think there is just
The great sky above,
And dust,
and love.