Response to EAP

There is this angel
With a dozen suitcases.
It’s really just a guy.
And these many suitcases
Are carried everywhere---
One foot forward,
One by one
Up and down
Streets and halls
And stairs
And the dogs stare.

I’m nervous watching them,
And being watched.

I don’t like it when they bark,
Though they must.
        Inseparable.
I need sleep; I miss sleep.
        Glittering, glistening
        Drool from those dreadful
        Dogs pool at their feet.
Dogs, unmoving.

Poor angel incessant.
Acquiescent by nature.
Hear God and consent,
Bent toward that future.

Israfel, accept please
These soul-parts.
We strive for passion,
Fashioned from our hearts.

He was wrong,
You who despise
An unimpassioned song.

Our works are shadows, our aims a reflection.
If anything I pity you, you pawn of God.

Goodness is fading and his presence does too.
You meek servant, your brother busy with his luggage
Slowly moving up and down, one by one.

I’m not sure about what I do.
I’m tired and low.
I’m nervous thinking about those dogs.
They watch, and I’m being watched.

Every instant is another
Burden. Tremendous loads
Pile and crush with their intangible weight.

Separate.