Gospel of the Alabama South

I am not a god / But the tales that spin from my /orb-weaver mouth flash, flash, / flash like the scales of the / spotted bass and the mud / between my toes is filled / with rich nutrients and the / alligator stalks the edge of / the river bank through tall grasses  / and this is not heaven / and I am not a god / But a slug trails slowly / over the halo of a magnolia / and the white blooms fall like / the feathers of the mocking bird / and the south Is alive with it / the indigo snake follows a chipmunk / climbing up the base of a dogwood / and this is not heaven / and I am not a god / but in the swamps and  / pine forests, the red foxes yells / echo, echo from in between the / trees and the deer is decomposing / on the side of some rural road / and i know that this is not heaven and / I am not a god

(NaPoWriMo day 8!!! <3)