Of Things Poem by John Tristan Tench

A garden poisoned by the vilest of things;
By the conning in things- by the serpent
In things. A plan wrought afore
The foundations of Lady Wisdom; the
Sacrifice dripping and staining the
Whiteness in things; laid in grounds
From whence we are. The divine
Mocks the frailty of flesh in
The Son of Man saved;
He defies the nature in things;
The death in things. In things-
Commonplace yet not rendered to
Understandings- Life, the thing he saved-
Me. You- the things.