Breathless Poem by L.B. Temuco

Something
is melting,
somewhere
on the high plateau
the sunlight
bleaches the bones
of old things,
he floats
in the cold water,
he knows he
is drowning.

In the stillness.

Frozen air draws
the life out
of splintered lungs,
pale light
from the mountain
refracted
sets a rainbow
in the widening sky

A raven
spirals between the
land and the sky, and
in the mirror
of its dark flecked
eye
he follows
in the wake
of beauty
so dark,
so indefinable -
so unforgivably
out of reach
it drains
the oxygen
from the air.