Wolverine

The steel inside my forearm Has bent beneath the tremendous heat Of the forest fire burning in me How it roars and screams a passionate plea Not of agony but of fury Both in might and out of sight With hands outstretched Over top the sea of burning trees And temperatures boiling over uproariously You’ll hear the howl of this wolverine As it drowns out the earthly screams Of a forest fire Insurmountable and unquenchable by any stream

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