Nose tip to tail tuft ten, eleven feet
Slouching towards you
Swaying its head from side to side
Doubling its pace, its gold-black mane
That stretches down its belly to its groin
Catching the sunlight as it hits
Twice its own length a beat, then leaps
Great forepaws high great claws disclosed
The scarlets insides of its mouth
Parting a roar as loud as sail-sized flames
And lands, slam-scattering the herd.
'That is how Hector came on us.'
Logue's Homer, All Day Permanent Red: War Music Continued, Faber and Faber, 2003.