I am Alabama

I am Alabama.

I am weeping.

The soil soaks up my tears.

I cry because of things lost.

Not wood or brick.

Not trees or cars.

I cry for the souls.

The souls unprepared.

The souls caught off-guard.

They are gone for eternity.

My soil is damp.

My heart is torn.

And yet I feel hope.

My heart is still beating, because…

I am Alabama.