Classification

by David B. Swanger

Man classifies himself...
One type drops through a slot into "his" pile
While another finds his own slot through which to drop.
Watch 'em drop... watch 'em classify.

A Baptist slot is found to be well-worn from much use.
The Baptist pile is high.

Look! There's a small pile of Episcopalians...
Gesticulating, hugging each other, saying "peace."
Quaint behavior...!

Here's the doctor slot- there's the one for artists,
The engineer, the craftsman, the sailor...

Here's the preacher slot... Funny - the shape seems
to be constantly changing with time flow.

Over there is a bunch of mystics - some meditating...
some just basking in a state of happy imperturbability.
(Caused, no doubt, by their ceaseless effort to "become").

...And on and on they go in blissful classification:
Seeking the pile of their own kind.