Alabama 50
A backwoods highway stomp from poet Matt Layne, read aloud with musical accompaniment by Ned Mudd
Alabama 50
The winding back road is swathed in pine-tree-smoke. I stop near a couple in camo who swear it’s under control as the flames spread wide and high. Not wanting to argue a point, I turn back to my car and the road, when the man says, you know, it’s all a big hoax, and his wife laughs at the joke, and he hums Dixie, and she Christ-proclaims. I take my leave as a white pine bursts to flame.
Matt Layne writes…
This poem, like so many of my pieces, was borne of experience. I was on my way to a writing retreat in the backwoods of Alabama when I encountered a "controlled burn" of a pine forest. Two folks on an ATV stood and watched. It brought a few different ideas to mind: first and most obviously, the often self-immolating politics of division and derision. Secondly, the love and loathing I experience from living in arguably the most biologically diverse state in our union that so often seems hell-bent on the destruction of diversity. Lastly, I couldn't help but hear the echo of native son Hank Williams Sr singing "tonight we're setting the woods on fire."
Ned Mudd's righteous accompaniment invoked memories of our improvisational collaborations as Kevorkian Skull Poets in the 1990s, but that's a story for another day.
Fantastic blending of talents! love the writing, music, mood, the reading - great work guys!