Trolling for images in the westwaters. The symbolfarmers gaze down from
the rocks. Harold Flocks flocked the sky clouds toward the geese farmers
— the jesus farmers raised water and wine in their fields, crops of
eucharists and dramatists and catechists — yes, the new-sprouted hair on
the heads of the catechists smells like the womb and like earth, but by
the time they've reached their full height, they are significantly drier
and ready for the threshing floor. And my, do they thrash on the
threshing floor!