christmasjones

my last will for my body to be carrie to Brazil and to the Amazon Basin. It will be laid out in a manner secure against the possums and the vultures just as a chicken coop makes a chicken secure. And my body will sit in this coffin box and be eaten by Coprophanaes Beetles. I will not rot in a coffin, my ashes will not be scattered. instead my life energy will feed a million beetles, who will burry and live on my flesh and in the shape of their children and mine, I will escape death. I will be spread all over the forest. I will be many, buzzing as a swarm of motorbikes, be borne, body by flying body out into the brazilian wilderness beneath the stars, lofted under those beautiful and unfused.