Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, 4

Dutiful nephew to antediluvian Auntie Debbie,
wellbroughtup, nostalgic son whose dignified dad
was dadlike, diffident but dear,
and they idolised Mum McGaw in common. Her
oncefamous 1950s photograph is a ‘Picture of Lily’
with static glamour t’besot archivists had she not
been glossy grey sheet of guest face

placed on a supersupine chest in a pine chest.
Casket’s his husk’s home like No Place, box now he’s not
is where nowhere’s toonear

my elder peer a long time youngblood, 
Old Man Anyoldgubbins
the falseteethforgetting gumbler.

Black ‘n’Decker experimenter, improv carpenter,
painttincanman, lord of the landlord cupboard
showed me how to hold a handsaw
and know a hand that sawed from a hack.
And for his leasees on th’Arlum Rud, libertylavisher 
who bought Francis Court’s freehold
to commute it, found a tenants’ cooperative.

And tho’ threshold hall of the Francis was
more alcovey than rovey, he stencilled
huge friendly frondiforms for dadoes there for days,
filled these outlines with verdant paints,
repeating greenery’s renowned greetings 
‘pon a plaster canvas.
Whilst the brickwork up the shared stairspace
he coated a base of replicazure, then by brushwork
texturendered the comeliest cumulus, going assidu’sly upclose
to topfloor coving. What interjection printed on bristles
of a porch mudrug rivals his mural, 
a skyscape welcomemat?
Between Francisflats, welcome that
roller and  fine nylonnib tip wrought
flattened th’overhang of the stonewalling world,
which is a genuine bricken welkin.
Communual with a capital uncapitalist 'C' 
came common communual walls he madeover.
And such briskwork of the broomwork made after
ensured the parquet stayed parfait
- perfect encore of an artistic caretaker.