A Little Gray Box

A little gray box,

with a small orange spiral,

sits quietly here.

Often overlooked,

very rarely remembered,

the box sits dormant.

I push a button,

orange light splashes the gray,

and a fan turns on.

It is a relic,

from when broadband was still new,

from the late '90s.

This box shows no age,

it knows little wear and tear,

it loads games with ease.

A box of promise,

SEGA's flagship game console,

a new leaf to turn.

For barely one year,

the Dreamcast was at the top,

despite SEGA's past.

SEGA had been cruel,

dishing out expensive parts,

all without support.

Profit margins slim,

and SEGA tapped out on cash,

the Dreamcast soon failed.

A coup de grace,

delivered by a black box,

Sony's PS2.

To add to this mess,

the Dreamcast would read burned disks,

pirates pillaged it.

SEGA's last big save,

all for nothing in the end,

their gray box failed them.

The gray box sits here,

dutifully playing games,

a living tombstone.