Buildings crumple, windows shatter,
White explosions shake the screen;
But louder still the endless chatter:
Players hardened, middling, green,
Who curse with hard-to-equal fervor
The game, the map, this bloody server,
Their whole damn lucky bastard squad,
Clipping, glitches, lag, and God.
The round restarts, and things start flying –
Shrapnel, debris, gibs, and lead;
The cartoon battlefield is red
With splats of pixel-clusters dying;
The howls of impotent despair
Pollute the electronic air.
Games I had in mind? Team Fortress, for the blood; Modern Warfare 2, for the explosions; and MarioKart, for the cursing.