Can humanity ever truly forget
Your joystick like pads and buttons of scarlet
Your moniker, Japanese for “hitting the target”
Your heavily wired relationship with the TV set
You who passed a year before my birth
An indelible mark left on this earth
Though thou were limited to two dimensions
Thou were singular amongst man’s inventions
History will always recall the awe
Of thy black and brown prestige
Thy humble, powerful colored cartridges
A remarkable dynasty I never saw
That made our mothers wary!
Fraying our fingers from unending tapping
Jumping and fighting and shooting and zapping
The not so portable system of entertainment
Unlike the chic toys of sony and Nintendo today
Yet a box of intrigue and amazement
‘Tis sad you had to go away
That was played with friends and family!
In collective focus, in attentive communion
Thou did enjoy digital dominion
For at you, our eyes stared intensely
To thy games we were committed immensely
As you redefined the concept of fun
In every nation under the sun
You defined the realm of gaming
Seduced the masses to endless consuming
But then your proud form of black and brown
Was loading its last cartridges
Perchance she could withstand this uprising?
Perhaps she could stay strong?
But the allure was gone; the rhythm faded.
Her rhyme was lost…
For your new foe was agile and light
A single wheel, attractive and glowing
Blaspheming with innovative abandon
And your hour had come
I honor thee, Oh Atari!
For you rest in peace in all our hearts
And sleep passionately in our memories
It is said,
That she still sings
Much less loudly
Much less frequently
Much less visibly
Under the skies starry