Ode to the A-Wing

Wingless bird flying
‘twixt Destroyers and Death Stars
With precious little protection

While your name’s never said
And your pilots
Largely ended up dead

You were faster than a Falcon
Less armored than your cousins
Delivering wanton destruction

You destroyed an Executor
And ended Admiral Piett
Vader’s half-wit lackey

You flew into our hearts
With eminent precision
Never to leave again