Elegy For Triangles and Squares

A science teacher (of all people) taught me that triangles and squares were once in unity they were lines that cosied together like a fistful of newly risen feathers But the triangle became infatuated with the wedge between two numbers on a clock and it graduated The square crushed crazily on the symmetrical corners of a box and grew three more lines fatally a mathematician congratulates the tringle and square for their courageous transformation- they cannot compare a philosopher considers that the shapes could get the jitters a romanticist mourns the loss of two lines who were as interlocked as vines