They bury dogs they bury cats
they bury horses they bury men
they bury hope they bury life
they bury love – loves
they bury loves – love
they bury silence, in silence
they bury in peace – peace
peace – the deepest peace
under a blanket of rainbow stones
of shells and of rainbow blooms
there’s a grave for everything
if you only wait
night falls day breaks
if you only wait
the Seine falls to the sea
the motionless island is fixed
the Seine rises back to the source
if you only wait
the island sails back to the Harbor of Grace
if you only wait
they bury dogs and they bury cats
two beasts that don’t care for each other
– Raymond Queneau (1903-1976)
