He takes a taste of venom.
Material matters lie discarded,
As he reaches for a divine bleakness.
Faith's gnarled features are masked
Behind a cloak of velvet.
On a billowing murk of filth,
It rides across the world.
Blindly, from the tureen of faith,
We all taste venom.
-- by Ben Gleeson, inspired by John Flaxman's "Thomas Chatterton Taking the Bowl of Poison from the Spirit of Despair"