So called borders the frontier 

conflicting agendas a mad choir 

shimmer shuffle drums push 

against a wall of guitar noise 

that a moment before 

might have been a congregation 

of insects awaiting bulldozers 

in memory a melody 

of brass shaped by flame 

as wind moves over water 

over land and the land 

must sound like a bass sounds 

if only we would pause 

set an ear to the dirt 

long enough to learn 

that which is quickly lost 

amid the confusion brought 

by those who shout the loudest 


       * this verse was written for/included as liner notes in the Scott Clark album of the same title and released on Clean Feed Records May 2018.