Spanish Peak

Lungs aflame,

Licking the walls of their cage,

The bitter taste of blood and grief,

Feeding the heart's endless rage,

Cold, pale light,

Peeks from the cavern of the night,

Mouth gapes,

A howl escapes,

Smoke rolls,

The voice, mighty at first,

Is spread thin, dissolving in zephyr,

Wind that carries away and smothers,

Cool air floods the chest,

Drowning the embers within

West Spanish Peak, in the Spanish Peaks Wilderness of southern Colorado.