…and they thought God spoke to them all,

how wrong they were.

His voice, though brooding,

sometimes a whisper

that could shatter mountains

and move men’s hearts,

had been replaced in the band

by a more seductive call,

one that oozed sensuality

as a virtue.

Now God stood at the back, fixed grin,

happy to still be on tour, though now

more as symbol to the group’s

finer moments in pop history,

content, he played the triangle

like a demon

and occasionally was allowed

to seek audience applause

in his use of the tambourine…

Ian D. Hall