Smash, sirens, evening dollars

Diesel, Detroit jumped alive

Traffic looked silent, slumped

Police kept quiet, drove cars in home

Survivor screamed “Phone Guevara!

National gang! Gloom, panic!

The people’s table wanted!”

Some, warned, were crouching alone

Only found overalls for clothes

Panic gun, panic run, panic plane

Two van lights, window broke

School teacher laughed, humble,

asked Che a favorite wish:

Let seclusion autograph panic across Detroit

Collect accidental repercussions

Machine dust in the trillion

Let Detroit stay Detroit

Remixed from David Bowie’s “Panic in Detroit” (Aladdin Sane, 1973)