National Poetry Month Day 27: Demand

On a scale of one to five,

Just tell me.

Ok,

How about I start counting

Then sit on the hard waves

And you do the same. Backwards so 

We'll meet. They'll

call us "Sawtooth"

or "Demand"

Just before 

They cut us in half

Erecting statues

And erections

Nobody will forget what

We did for the

world of meaning.