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Lloyd’s Neck/Slink

Lloyd’s Neck/Slink

This is one of a series of poems exploring Manhattan’s African Burial Ground. Learn more.

For Jupiter Hammon, whose gravesite has still not been determined

Scrupulous, astute: to the City he was sent

(by) and sometimes went (with) Master

Henry to shoehorn deals. He could have

sallied there in death, carted to the Negro

Burying Ground: his demise unrecorded

and grave unmarked (his days? an edited

epic of scotched left and right edges)

Spirit slinking from Lloyd’s Neck

to a New York City when it should

have just scorched his master’s land.  

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