God's Train Lyrics

the coolie-messenger is squatting in the doorway /
slowly turning around /
like a windmill
along the river /
suddenly inspiration broke out again /
angel-water /
all over me /
the electric punkah whirrs on the ceiling /
like the god's train /
that would never go away /
for all the wonderful times /
devices of fertility /
like the neck of a snail /
or like crocodile-dung /
are bringing out the worst in me /
in my own words /
we disappear /
we were the loved-ones