Making a Mark

To dogs the air’s not full of sounds, sweet airs * But fragrant tales of others that relay Their memoranda of canine affairs On posts and trees - a proof they passed this way Some choose destructive force and broken glass Or bodies strewn across a battle field To prove their names and memory shall not pass They made their mark - historic record yield While poets write their verse: dreams of the heart Creating pristine worlds of joy and tears To make a mark in time and then depart Their songs remain to echo down the years Deep impulse drives to blaze the parts we play When curtain’s down, look! Once we passed this way * ref. Caliban in The Tempest