Lions ride exhausted horses. Tigers Try to mount foundering bullocks. The strong stag's fine long legs, Growing weedier, tangle in undercurrents. The wild boar, the poor swimmer, soon goes under. Even his faithful heavy defenders, The thunderbolt and lightning-flash of his tusks, Have joined the weight against him.
Birds grow tired of the air.
The ocean, with nowhere else to go, Makes its bed in the hills, Pulling its coverlet over bare summits. While starvation picks off the survivors. Drowned mankind, imploring limbs outspread, Floats like a plague of dead frogs.