Some think
i am a rhombus
without manners.
i tell many
who will listen
my secret…

i am 
a truncated icosahedron.
 
The students 
the most isosceles of triangles 
hazard a response 
“Are they not extinct?
sometime 
in the  late cretaceous period 
perhaps?”
 
i cry empty shapes
of tears
for it is easy to see
that the age of geometry 
has long
be extinct
in their inward
imaginations.