Here's an old-time serious poem, commenting widely on the situation from my narrow perspective.
DETROIT ???
I remember
five years ago
riding my bike dwarfed
through downtown.
The machines at twilight
were building up
or destroying
a building
in yellow light
like a filmy movie
drinsed with piss.
Now no buildings
go up or down
sincerely in my city.
But my little life
goes on
in routine,
in safety,
as the debt of the state
eats headlines
and backward lifetimes,
and is set
for finality:
A race I'll lose
or die first.
--Dennis Shea
