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.