Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 18 (Obsequies)

inherent in his greenfingered Greaterjihad,
which was lifelong lifehard jihadathon of a spirit philanthropic.
Insurgent but thru herbgarden and modem, 
thru internet peace projects, thru a misomotorist drive of 
protest roses (his flo-war on cars battled the gravel
at the back of the Francis).  So, we oldmuckers 
of this secret megastar of all trades, 
should work his works unbroken again, 
unbroken as his word has hitherto uninvainly been, 
then he'll have the last logos, 
tho' his lips be sealed like his three lids now. 
O his words will persist being livedupto, 
his wish live on in worldviews with a view 
to restarting a lasting Earth  , 
on proviso that we,  Al-Huss's comrades 
so disparate yet here, 
separate except in our desperation,
don't take flight into mawkish rage of prayers.
For blub 'n' blah 'n' bless does not blare out over
a paradise wire, eternal earshot is unbent
by a moment's silence. Ritual whimpers are 
but the winged pleabargaining for we condemned bereaved,
who'll obsecrate God dolourously or bribe Him with praise,
and avow we'll alleluia alltheway
if one recent erasure might be waived.
Nor should obsequy angelfish for Huss
list'ning from Land O' The Leal, 
ectoplasmic ears aren't peeled 
for postmortem poems wending on a medium's
longshotwaves, no radio to the shades.
Wishing him a hearafter he'rer's 
a hearing and aid more for us,
an analoguesignalled 
ewigkeit/original ethernet/golden elsewhere
as posthumous forwardingaddress.
And tho' we badly miss him, we musn't tarry maudlin, 
t'tuttut at howsoon turf tufts his forest tumulus 
norwesto' Limekiln Wood, nor each into their own 
somber sodoff slope, rattled into reticence
by the standstill knoll, as grief gnaws west
and east to some windowledged point of downfall
in a future onetruebrahdown. No:

his everyaged proteges, we must pick up
where we dust off Huss's deontic oomph, marchforth
out of this burialpark with our respect for life 
revitalised and resteadfast, everyday remembrance 
in our embracing of his wholesomely motiveless, 

ecumenical and seculamenical and redistribeautiful
One Love motive. 
Because that's how hisbeingthereforus lasts,
not when he holds prideofplace in our pasts,
but if in his place we 'tect a reference to a task, 
his lib vibes' big ask:
that our respects are gratis and lasting and allround,
and reserved for overgrounders now.