Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 19 (Obsequies)

No tribute, immanently humane Hussein, 
if your henotic hardyakker yesterday happens apace today
- our ears your heirs, our eyes your spares,
your tenets our toeholds, your hairns'  bairns handson thru us,
your decency's descendents. No tribute, Huss,
it's just as much for us we'll genially tubthump up
a wildfire ceasefire rule of calm, drumhome to the humanrace
that only surefire survivalplan in town's pandemic peace
- sole sort Huss'd deem merits his restin.

Me? I'll getoff my big fat laurels,
endow Proximo's lot thru how I treat tomorrow,
tho' if philanthrobbing for others
and their sprogs' sprogs' onslog
be only intent that's meet, then let my charity be charlatanic,
a dirimental selfhelping cheat,
for each time I give more than a damn fromnowon enshrines
th'e.g. meant for me in his lifeforce wellspent.
Hussinthepresentthruhisprecedent
is what's in compassion for me!
So when my pacemaker pelecypoda incalesce,
it's not conscience's coals centrallywarming me,
it's recalling the firebreathing pair o'bellows
that facilitated my flame of fraternity,
it's th'afterspark of my moral Primemover,
spark 'n' stoker, his innerglowsowing beacon pneuma
borne on a playback draught,
thermal to my morale.
For he offered heathhood to this tinder kid.
Flashback flowers of the largitation you lived, Huss,
you a living largess whose lungs' laybys lit
air with such Promethean germination
that on its airwayout you kindled

gardens like pulmonarily Pomonian Favonius.
More than a booster breeze to the big breathing
of Spring's green, no mere spiracular growthspur,
his spiritus a Springsparking air.
Spread the common carbondioxiderdown 
o'er commonsofverdure, yes,
but when he ventilated his sentience, he was 
Spring's especial spokesspirit,
whose articulated effloresecence 
was of a thousandyear Springtime for all Gaia's babies
- thawed fellowship of all phyla, from microbes to metazoa,
in a new kingdom One without our kings, 
who bring extinction industries or whacky weather.
Th'everyday Eden herewhen menandwomen
unstingy as Spring prevail like an allprevailing light wind.
His Springclination that 'tis the season for a  changeforthebetter
was reas'ning like a tropicalmaritimesouthwester,
a refiring refresher, blasto' thebestblossomible climes,
cogent fume of la fleur de l'age of mankind (which has yet
to spring into the cleanedup actsandnoses that shall spring it...).

'Swhy he huffed 'n' puffed of hope 'n' peace,
a pushpayajna putsch, talked a torchsowing blow
'gainst oxygen's airheaded overthrowers, his luminpneuma 
nous deployer of a topical tempest of ripostes,
cockedhattwatting carbonoholic cocks,
coz they're basically blamebatting siroccosatchel twats!
He put himself out to pointout practicality of a paradise 
for which we could just stayput, one that's
anarchosyndicalist conservationist biofuelhardy pantheist,
where a fair tradewind shines, solar stores restore,
bornagain flowerpower surges 
sans fainthearted hippy capitulation. 
Spring's spearhead spiritus spread the word 
like it was a dandelionclock, said
the springboard for roots in the future's 
sameone as for the Springback
of humanity's eponymous best:
it's being a breath of fresh humannature
that relearns or reallylearns the vernal's.
'Swhy he dably dactylodaddied flowerclocks
to finetuneforward t'Hourof
History's Beautyspot, when Gaia's guv'nors
are cousinscientious peoples in Gaiagirthed eco-co-op,
the Springback's crop.
'Swhy sparkling sunflower shout in his speech's bulbbulbs
was a brighter bang thanany flintlock's squintblocked killer scintilla.
Why Huss bequeathed Friendsoftheearth quartofamill,
lock, stock and, well, the lot. All his nicker.