Eulogy For An Unsung Hero ©

 

The late John Sidney McCain III,

now flies with Arrow Smith,

Babbitt, and Jefferson Airplane

five days shy of his

eighty second birthday,

taken down (to his demise)

courtesy, sans metastatic cancer of brain

defeated by an aggressive

deadly linkedin chain,

yet still earns kudos

no matter 1967 USS Forrestal fire

(during the Vietnam War)

his life source did

nearly completely drain

though purposeless prevails,

asper absolute zero gainsay,

no rhyme nor reason

can even feebly explain,

when approximately

a quarter million young men

(oh...yes, perhaps

some women too) perished

at sea, on land, or floatplain

sacrificed their lives for nought,

zip, nada nothing to GAIN

(my bald, billed,

and bold assertion,

a mere minor tirade

subpar class 1 hurricane

non-veteran civilian personnel),

nonetheless afflictions by said

United States veteran and,

 

subsequent Senator from Arizona,

what posthumous praise me expresses

merely mildly silly putty,

piddly, paltry and inane

as anti septic (of danger)

such as books

for children star

ring Dick and Jane

does disservice, injustice offends,

(perhaps descriptive word choices

might smack of hyperbole,

my humble apology if in apropos),

thus a more app pealing appellation,

could be Citizen Kane,

whose corporeal being got lain

to rest on a grassy hill

adjacent to the main

starting point of his storied existence,

the burial plot (right next to

lifelong friend Chuck Larson)

amidst a plain

extolling grandeur and solemnity,

where grim reaper didst slain

of Arlington National

Cemetery in Virginia terrain

concluding mine poetic epistle,

that didst wax and wane.