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Middle Passage, Robert Hayden

Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy:        Sails flashing to the wind like weapons,        sharks following the moans the fever and the dying;           horror the corposant and compass rose. Middle Passage:                voyage through death                                to life upon these shores.        “10 April 1800—        Blacks rebellious. Crew uneasy. Our linguist says           their moaning is a prayer for death,        ours and their own. Some try to starve themselves.           Lost three this morning leaped with crazy laughter           to the waiting sharks, sang as they went under.” Desire, Adventure, Tartar, Ann:        Standing to America, bringing home           black gold, black ivory, black seed.                 Deep in the festering hold thy father lies,                   of his bones New England pews are made,                   those are altar lights that were his eyes. Jesus    Saviour    Pilot    Me Over