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.