Wolverine

Each man has poison in his bones
and aches and breathes of the blood he spills
A child’s tear running thicker now
among an echoed laugh
always in a distance
a warmth of heart he has felt
but which he’s dug out
he never learned to break the distance
of silence which rings
of bombs he endured
as his own weight held him down
a thousand tons upon each
away from love which
he would never reach

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