Sorry if this seems pretentious but this poem was the first thing I thought of after learning of MES death. It's by Charles Bukowski, someone I think of as being not too far away from MES (for frankly cliched reasons, but there you go). You could argue that this is a poem for the living, but we're the important ones until we're not. It shares the same proletarian paganism perhaps? Anyway: The Laughing Heart
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
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