Rusting hulks of vehicles
Line the highways leading to
Derelict downtowns.
Fields of green vines
Overtaking the first rank of
Trees in the stand that protect
The fields from the grasping kudzu.
Pine, oak, and sweetgum
Give way to fields of weeds
Punctuated by clay hills
The color of the fire ants within.
Southern hospitality may
Just be a myth. But the people
Still gather at the Wal-Mart,
And our hillbillies
Still have all their teeth.
therichardbraxton 