Shape Of The Gun Poem by Gary Diamond

Does it make any sense to you to say that the shape of a mans soul
Is not dissimilar to that of a weapon.
Certainly the shape was molded and mutated
But always
Assumed the shape of a weapon.

Look at the modern computer game.
A thousand wars and scenarios
That inevitably end up
With a man holding a gun
And becoming a one-person army.

This thrills the masses then.
This is what they consider fun.
All that hard-wired lightning fast technology
And always the same format and style of game.
Seems like over-engineering
To release the same game
Just with higher resolution trees and enemies
This time around.

I still prefer the simple, well-meaning naive games.
When the technology was laughable by what we have today.
But the imagination and dedication of the manipulators
Burning like a light so many times greater
That time around.

This is the forum where the underdog can easily win.
By bringing back an ember of the original spark again
Wrestling with the headstrong one track dinosaurs
A fragile gecko that can evade them all.

Reducing the human struggle to a war in a game
Is certainly something that makes us laugh.