James Morison

I’ve always said that I want to leave a shadow marking the ground where I die, similar to how a road-killed skunk reeks for about a week. In that spot, haunted by ghosts and lightning strikes will grow wild with untamable roses for generations until true love breaks the spell and appeases my angry spirit.  Aside from the poetry, I’d like something sustainable: green burial on a natural reserve sounds like an eco-friendly responsible thing to do. Then again, when I crown Oyá and become a priest, there are all these mysterious rituals and customs I’m sure that have to be done. So it really isn’t my funeral to plan anymore, isn’t it?