Gary Thain, Part II
by Michael Doyle

Painfully thin on Heep's stoic stage,
Gary Thain's bass set the tone of the page.
There in rock's mighty kingdom,
Came the mystic whisper of Sweet Freedom.

This kind of lifestyle takes its toll.
That's just the price of rock-n-roll.
Caught in the trap of tragic addiction,
It caused Thain's shortened life friction.

A tragic shock shook him to further ruin,
From the likes of which there was no undoing.
A quiet man knows the depth of pain
And even a wonderworld can feel inane.

The disease of addiction doesn't care
About wrong or right or even what's fair.
Talent and genius are beside the fact
Of pain or the toll this Hell would extract.

With a need for storied construction,
Gary Thain fell into his own path of destruction.
Addiction is the appetite for one's own undoing.
Once you have seen it, there is no unchoosing.

A charter member of rock's Club 27,
The pathos of self-loathing excluded him from Heaven.
Still, it's a stark and cautionary tale.
It has consumed so many, as their sensitivity was the fail.

(c) November 5, 2026   Michael Doyle
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