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Meeting You at the Piers

I should like to describe Amerika to you,
Little foreign boy, the hideously frightening novel by
      Franz Kafka.
A child comes to America, much like you,
And after many tragic games in hotels
Finds himself seeing two men on a balcony-
It is too dreadful, I cannot go on.
(Amerika is a hideously frightening book)
Come, put your hand in mine (why, it is no bigger than
      a quarter) |
Perhaps rather than discussing Amerika, you would
      prefer to take a walk through New York.

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