One Corporal Fortiss was a man of strength
Unmatched by many living in the times
In which he lived along with other men,
And also one of honor similar.
He came to Perurere F because
He volunteered to journey to that slum,
As no one else would do so willingly.
The dropship lurched, and Michael’s even voice
Which never spiked in anger or in fear
Announced to them: “We’ve landed, everyone.
If you’ll please wait, our orders will arrive.”
The side hatch opened; presently the one
Who had authority at this locale
Half-stepped inside, his boot on the threshold.
“Hello, Marines,” he boomed with piercing voice,
“My name is General Phoebus, and I am
Commanding officer of this hellhole.
I’m sorry that you’re here, I really am.
This planet as a planet has no soul.”