I shoot from stars and glowing cores, Slip through the cracks of lead-lined doors. I’m cure and curse in the same bright breath, Invisible touch that can bring death.

I am always hungry I must always be fed The hand I touch Will soon be red

For those below, their years Are carved onto my skin I stand hardened with my peers In a field of pain and chagrin

Despite the way my name is spoken, Thanks to me things won't be broken, With my comrades standing tall, We may trip but never fall.

I am known for cleaning, but I do not clean myself. You might find lead on me.