One last time
Light a candle for me when the room darkens,
when the trumpets have blown for the last time.
Say a prayer before invoking my name,
to temper my spirit for the next journey.
Chant a healing mantra and burn frankincense
while pouring libations to bless my soul.
Bathe me in jasmine, sprinkle lavender on my feet and wrap me in silk
while singing my favourite songs.
Spread fresh roses around me with the tips of your finger
and let the traces of your tears run down your cheeks.
When you think of me, think fondly,
and if you must weep child, weep finally one last time.
Steve Champion (Adisa Kamara)
Poetry, writing & Lessons in Life from San Quentin death row