There Are More of the First

Of the two kinds of folks,
The ones who split the world
In two, the ones who don’t,

The ones who don’t, in fact,
Don’t skip the split, they just
Make more far more splits than one.

The ones who see no splits
Would be a third kind, but
No such those-who-don’t live.

Let’s walk this back. There aren’t
More of the first. The ones
Who split the world in two

Are rare, true us-and-thems,
While those who split and split
Count for more, rare as dirt—

Us and that kind of them,
Then that kind, then that kind,
And some of us we’re not

Too sure of, could be thems,
Too—thems that lurk in us.
Those kind. There’s more of them.