Pointy Poems

So many times

Aloft, above the desert heat

Bouncing the enemy, diving from out of the sun

 

So many kills

We win, consider not defeat

Wielding the Hurricane, speak from the mouth of the gun

 

How many scored?

So few, if no-one’s there to see

Time comes to tallying: someone must witness the claim

 

How many aces?

So many, forgotten just like me

Don’t heed the Tallyman, just say you’ll remember my name