The staff he carries is the microphone (or the stand he often handles not pictured), on the end of the staff is a flag which looks like my infected tooth furled like the roots. Into Moz's staff a song has been sung, Bigmouth's Christ, Again.
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
when I said I'd like to smash every tooth
in your head
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
when I said by rights you should be
bludgeoned in your bed
and now I know how Joan of Arc felt
now I know how Joan of Arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her Walkman started to melt
Bigmouth, bigmouth
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
with the Human race
bigmouth, bigmouth
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
with the Human race
and now I know how Joan of Arc felt
now I know how Joan of Arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her hearing aid started to melt
Bigmouth, bigmouth
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
with the Human race
He knows how Joan of Arc felt because as the sun and air, clearly seen emanating from his left hand captured in light, he has lived in Joan's house of earth and water. He is masculine and feminine while maintaining his own identity (and sanity) in just the right combination. He is complete.