One Full Of Meaning Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Nature
wedged into
my laugh between
bloodied masses of
maggots eating away
through an uncaring
infection spreading
pleasure and pain.
I've never understood
how one can be spewing
out such venom as I, while I
suffer; and I ponder nothing.
I dwell on the beauty of this in
disgusting whispers vibrating a
meaning through my humanity
maniacally attempting to pulsate
what it is I misunderstand of it
in a carnal dismembering of
a figure that I know as the
Earth spins daringly in its
hunt for dawn and I in my
depths worry through this
disease; that of my humanity…
Seeping under my need to destroy
the selfishness of my flesh, piece by
piece in this race of the thoughts I
think about what the cycle of birth
and death means to animals.
IAM not the only lowly being
seeking these answers. Thoughts
begin spinning in circles, nothing
to understand, barely reaching
into the beginnings of you or of I
of hate and or love comprised, or
solely in thoughts of lowest animals.
Concluding that it is only endings, marred
with an unseeing skin. Words I vomit, while
I think ‘we' are dying. Picking blindly through
our heads for bits of bodies; you and me ‘we'
raise up an understanding that both me
and you are surprised by as ‘we' get
blown into nothing but elements of
pulverized clay, and in this moment
together, allow this to be our reason for
being an end to US, one full of meaning