Achilles Heels

Dear Auntie
you have moved on too soon
you didn’t wait for morning, but noon?
as if we didn’t want a vigilante.
how fair is this pretty little life?

when a good girl is not a good wife
we are balloons in a game with a kitchen knife.
I can’t tell you I wish you were immune
to death even while life feels scanty
to you who thought it was a wildlife.

So while you travel, we will commune
in prayers for this life and absurdity
so we will in every fight have company
for the days with no sun or the nightlife.

Ruddapoet