Vesna McMaster - Congruent

Incongruities beckon

In the shape sorter of life,

nothing matches up

If only we were

Fat, dumb, and oh so happy:

Bliss in ignorance

To say ‘I was wrong’

Too hard for officialdom

Saving face the key

Spinning lies like silk

Teasing half-truths cherry-picked

Talking from their arse

We watch dark figures

Flickering on the cave wall

Shadows in the gloom

Mismatched shapes pile up

Corpses in a sandy grave

Squares to hexagons