Photography © John Stickney

 

Hope is the thing with flesh in its teeth
after the Emily Dickerson Zombie Apocalypse

Hope is the thing with flesh in its teeth
The eater of body and soul
And sings of times before the turn
As if it could be stopped

And pleas in the gale are heard
And sore must be the jaw
That could abite the larger bones
That kept so many whole

I’ve heard it in the darkened land
And on the strangled sea;
Yet, always, in its savagery
We’ll make crumbs of you, not me

 

John Stickney is a poet and writer originally from Cleveland, Ohio, currently residing in the Wilmington, NC area.