Extended Eulogy For Hussein Alasdair McGaw, Final (Obsequies)

It's either Hussgow heart or else 
that Elemental the Ancients yclept Aeolus,
whom the Ozzies ycalled Hughie,
chill wind behind the pneumanym
doth bluely siffle thrua thoracic gap. 
'Cause whileyou'rethere,
O Huss my heart has stashed, 
then you've also spedhere, spirit Huss,
from lodgwings upon the libeccio,
from a pneu life on the levanter,
or are you Zondavoyager?
I reckon you ride your rest
acrest eastern latitudes' airflows,
Persiangulfstreams fair, farremoved
from Aced Anglare, here where it's sunshinewise
a sparsarama of late, and not only coz it's froze'
by northseasqualls
- wouldn't you, Huss, unknowably blowinfrom
sandy skies where Persian wool's weaved by God's own gale?
Faster than the allsnuffing vastarama, 
lullless phoenix laughter
lets flip its firebird at cheeky Limekiln leaves, these
indecorously draughted over on coattailwinds
of a First Draughter (for which Anaximenes was arguer),
now awed elements contemplate Colney holybones.

Bones hole of a gentleman freedomfighter, 
karma commando, euphonious firebrand, 
benevolcano. Easygoing quarrelist not into quid pro tat,
but knew knowing's thru growing 
irreducible fruitsofhardgoing,
so shared hardtruths like they should b'easy listening
to real realists permaperfectable. Often spoton,
but like the sweetest moralists, not thru spotlessness
- he was maculately bright, tough enough to be transparent,
tender enough to see thru himself and tell you about it.
Master master storyteller, compelling seniorlecturer
on the humanheart's vein of humanity.
To troughkneed venality, trophynodding vanity:
enemy armed only with his example,
and charismachinegun 
with no ammocapablity but amicability.
Student of deodate coincedence; 
absolutist about events having their own souls
and wayward sixthsenseofpurpose. 
Also roustabout for more redblooded raptures,
in serious service to charactercraft 
of craftless folly he'd been distinguished,
triedeverythingonce, sworddanced over cobras 
of mortallycoily consequence, tho' never a foolish fool. 
Artisanofaltruism, whose fingerprints
sign my spirit's stiches, the Fearless One 
whose McGawgeous gutimpulse geed 
towards goodness of max McCoyity, framed 
by plucky purest unorthodox faith 
- on the divine side, but better
for us than that, withmore transcendent downtoearth 
aim,  with a plainer name: 
the Fearlessly Humane.

Bismillah, salus populi suprema lex esto!
Bismillah, que hermosas son esta flores!
Bismillah, con le ginocchia della inchine mente!
And in the name of the most merciful, most compassionate
Sufi cybersocialist,
Subudi ex-cokehead rationalist,
publicschool homoplebeius loner,
gentle jihadi gardener

the Earth and I and now the earth evermet.