Forgive me Walt Whitman, you whose fine mouth has sucked the cock of the heart of the country for fifty years.  You did not ever understand cruelty.  It was that that severed your world from me, fouled your moon and your ocean, threw me out of your bearded paradise.  The comrade you are walking with suddenly twists your hand off.  The ghost-bird that is singing to you suddenly leaves a large seagull dropping in your eye.  You are sucking the cock of a heart that has clap.

from “Some Notes on Whitman for Allen Joyce”