The End of Block 1 Poem

My dull and determined number two,
the lead commander of this tragic campaign,
you've given yourself wholly
to the spotted landscape of this last stand
And as I scan the horizon, I see
pieces of you, strewn about
faced-down in divots, the threads of your linen
caught by the sides, stretching them
in quick concentric patterns,
as if you had hurried
to die there.

Your loyalty and sacrifice shall not be forgotten.
Nor the steadiness of courage as you forged
through the enemy lines,
all one hundred and twenty-eight of them,
though the last few were notably tougher
as their predecessors undoubtedly dulled
the fine point of your sword.

You shall be honored
with libations overflowing.