Less About Carbon

Less About Carbon

I’m not strong enough
It is not enough
Just can’t get round
Can’t crush
Didn’t think
Now I can sense it
Now
Tighter . . . can feel it
The pressure increasing
Yes
A shift . . . yes a shift
Almost all sides . . . almost
A better grasp becomes a firmer grip
Now can come round
All the way round
I’m doing it
The appropriate application of pressure
Hand diameter can be deceiving
It’s a small space between head and shoulders

Compression comes round harder
Straining the distress towards obstruction
Pressure imposed enough for deprivation
Steeling the tightening squeeze
Thumbs press down in
The neck is thick
Yet the way is thin enough
Restriction is but a crush away
Compact the larynx
The necessary obstruction
It is less about the deprivation
As it is about the carbon

Press hard . . . prohibit
Put down by force
Squeeze Tightening Squeeze Tightening Squeeze
Suppression stifling
This is no smother
No choke ending breath
Carbon must replace oxygen
Enough to lose consciousness
Easing the gripping
Deprivation