At the first step I
counted four heads, you counted 5
in praise of you the upward
swept in places rounding
their faces in mock
precision we hold hands and
you, gladly, want to share
(what I have taken from you

that a wielded sacrifice is not
a sacrifice atall  for
you’ll endure without listening
 repeat like counting
until we all have our numbers, crunch,
   I write poetry, too