There is an old goatKnocking at my window-pane,Standing upright in a frock-coat,Somewhat earthcoloured and plain.
He is staring down at meAnd the place where i have chosen to hideIn my futile attempt to dissolve... -I discovered this cell as a child.
There is a medicine-case, he calls "being",Which the goat carries under his arm.He says, if i only allow him to enterI shall never come to any harm.
He is giving quite an importanceTo his frightening and urgent concern,He says: "i have come to be your transformer... -I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."
He says that this house will soon crumbleAnd that i am going to suffer as it falls.He says: "let me in now and i'll be your saviour... -I'm your healer with hooves and horns!"