Rusty Mississippi

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.