[Sigia-l] No Categories!

[Derek R]

  No Categories!

  I cry I cry
  To God who created me
  Not you Angels who frustrated me
  Let me fly, let me die,
  Let me come to Him.

  Not to you Angels on the wing,
  With your severe faces,
  And your scholarly grimaces,
  And your do this and that,
  And your exasperating pit-pat
  Of appropriate admonishment.

  That is not what the Creator meant.
  In the day of his gusty creation
  He made this and that
  And laughed to see them grow fat.

  Plod on, you Angels say, do better aspire higher
  And one day you may be like us, or those next below us,
  Or nearer the lowest,
  Or lowest,
  Doing their best.

  Oh no no, you Angels, I say,
  No hierarchies I pray.

  Oh God, laugh not too much aside
  Say not, it is a small matter.
  See what your Angels do; scatter
  Their pride; laugh them away.

  Oh no categories I pray.


		-- Stevie Smith, 1950