Abstract
You must travel by boat, about a half-mile East from the Bronx. There, in the Long Island Sound, sits a 131-acre island of abandoned buildings and greenspace. It sits still and silent while the wealthiest metropolis in the world bustles nearby. You cannot see its many residents; many have not been seen for decades. The only traces of them are “3-f[oo]t white posts stuck in the ground every 25 [yards] or so.” The island, like all its inhabitants, is dead. Each post represents 150 stacked bodies beneath the surface, cloaked by only a thin layer of soil. On Hart Island, these posts are everywhere.
Keywords
Right to a Funeral