The Process of Suffocation

The colors of our fire deaden to ash.

We've wheezed every last atom of oxygen.

Now begins our suffocation:

our interlocking hands perspire,

loosening the familiar grip of flesh;

our lungs convert claustrophobic trappings

of empty space into unspoken words;

our brains dizzy and waver in reason,

unable to place that first flicker of light;

our hearts beckon for a better world,

greener than the plowed earth we now choke upon;

and the we that existed falls over and dies.