The Enthrall Of All Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Oft heard, as foretold
that creation, was
labourious and is now old.
‘We' know how this became so.
That sun and sea and cold, used stone
to create soil and that most all else
next came, including those ‘first humans".
From these to ‘US', through all
the eons and all that fuss.
Those ‘firsts' remembering this and
yet, still seeking to rule over this mess of ‘US'
deceived and seemingly grown cold and flaccid
however; now grown out far, and wide, and fat
and not at all up! Surely you see, that nothing best
is known to be from this messy mass that has come to bleed
over all there is remaining of those labourious days of creation?
The ‘ones', the humans; supposed best of all that rests
beneath rising wailing winds that freeze fear into
all that become aware, of the nothing
soon to be the enthrall of all!