At first it seemed impossible to relate the spire to sin, and I had to explore the church from a variety of angles before I found the old lamp which appeared to offer a potential. As I framed the image the branches of the tree protruded into the top of the frame, split down both sides of the spire and completed the image.

Notes on the Education of a New Zealand Poet

What happened to that stupid sad young man...

Sin, said the First Church spire,
needling up to the Otago heavens of tombstone clouds