Nightfire

So I go on with my clowns & ponies, angels floating over peasants warming themselves by nightfires, devils, laborers, simple country girls, of donkey-bodied men & mystic bursts of rain over symbolic volcanoes.

I mean to have them all garrisoned again within the year, and nightfires burning before their gates.

Around the nightfires, I read Ezekiel and Leviticus and then spoke mysteriously about the quarry we chased, lengthening all I knew of the Harp gang into flatulent legend.