Extended Eulogy for Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 1

Kualalumparborn pacifist and acidhead boxer.
Welterweight hioctane dropout at Oxford.
Calm queer mujahid charming ladies of all ages.
Ragamuffin patrician of genteel steel
from Europa Malaysia Arabia Onofixdabodia
the Isle of Dogs. 
Spey St. stud cyclist, whose cyanirised inspection
was sharp and kind, above aristo cheekbones
on chiselled glide up a face fine as any 
feted forefather’s. Mien alive
with transcendental mirth, smile of prerational reverence
for the day like the day was all the meanings of God’s freedom.
With simianly handsome seriousness, 
animal magnanimity of monkey mild,
his unique uncondescending smirk was his best look.

50s child: oldfashioned manners!
60s child:bohemian radical!
But his fire for fairplay was older than Satan.

Late 80s early IT consultant,
off the spreadsheets to a viral crashing of health,
debugged by his determination, 
rebooting for a 15yr 2nd wind of finest fettle.

Man of action, anticapitalist exaccountant macroeconomist
sat by the coalfire, philosopher switching on the kettle.

On a whim a wampum tycoon, 
the Bank of the Beach airmailed to his spareroom.

Beltane shutterbug, photog of greenmen, redmen and Chloe
(she was neowiccan hairbraided raver in tiedye regalia,
kitted out for carnival).

An ecoconscious rollupsmoker,
Englishman in the middaysun too,

but the sanest person over 40 I’d evermet.
Paternal, scientific aesthete. 
Religious, existential gardener. 
No sweatfree shade shackled
hands desiring dirtywork that deciphered
la raison d’etre du Jardin. A knack for Nature’s
colours, an anorak on the colourful names
which have us Her navigators - he addressed plants
familiarly and formally, in colloquialism and the Latin.
How talentedly he’d intuit, then steward
the paths of natural principles - why his Norwichpad’s
patch was botanical jewel of Earlham Road 2002.
When his tamed rainbows took root, my,
how houseprices did shoot in NR2!