Fly, Fly Dear Friend

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It is with heavy heart that we report that our good friend and MOTW Poet Laureate, Ian McLeod, has passed away.

He was too young, and he will be dearly missed. Offer up a prayer for the repose of his soul and for his family to have God’s comfort.

As we honor our fallen brother, we remember that we do not grieve as do the pagans. We have a hope in eternal life with our Lord. So we end this with a note from Ian himself, from his Bilge Pump of a Turgid Mind.

To Be Added To My Will

“Bury the hand

that takes a life


from the body–

especially suicides”

said our

Roman forebears

(not verbatim.)

When I am out of time,

I wish to be buried

as a Parsee,

scion of Zoroaster

though I’m not.

I would that my

flesh be devoured

by vultures

atop a Dakhma.

But skip

the ossuary after–

have my


bones donated

to university.

Except my hands:

they must

be cut off


and buried in


soil from which

all murderers of Time


Lead Scheduler at MOTW. Husband, Father, but most importantly, a man of God. Possesses more degrees that most people find useful.


  1. May the Almighty grant him eternal rest and grant you and the rest of his friends and family peace and comfort. From the interactions I had with him, he was a hard worker and a good Man of the West.

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