Gladiator

Head reclined,
He closed his mouth and looked resigned.
I prodded at his arm,
Reminding him the time,
His own unfortunate alarm.
He didn't move,
Then nodded once like this,
As if to approve.
His plating scraped,
And his motions turned to lines.
The trapdoors parted
Amidst the masses' shouts.
The armor started
Beneath the sun to shine.