WHAT WOULD WHITMAN SAY

Walt sleeps on a train
making sure the snow is over
and Mayakovsky wants
his glass of tea,
there are a bunch of informers
inspecting his green card
whom the Devil tunes up
like nervous cats
with two round  sleepless eyes
in the hysterical round-up
from my borderline heaven dream
hearing the last whistle go off
as two children run away
to search for blue fish
in the icy waters off the Cape.