MEMOIRS OF A NOVELTY ACCOUNT
VOL. III, ISSUE II
So I guess I will not be writing a Gradius novelization. Oh well.
I hope a poem will do for you guys.
TO THE UNKNOWN RAIL SHOOTER
When threatened thus, consider all that’s made
In vague prevention, pining for the sky:
They say you’re saving lives with hardened blade,
But who could manufacture such a lie?
Alight with wings built on the backs of slaves…
To say it often makes the meaning die.
What else can we accomplish fighting waves,
Relentless surf behind to take their place?
For fluid forms receive malignant graves –
An ending wrought upon themselves in space,
Where tribulation keeps in view its tail
But never dares to show its solemn face.
So presentation henceforth shall prevail.
Until they’re dead, just shoot; you’re on a rail.