Diana

The grass, emerald green

Dew drops shining

Wetly

Melody like floating clouds

Drifting through the heavy valleys

Of headstones and caskets

Sterile eyes, mercury laden

Cobwebs and judgements

Bear down on our Aesthete

Viewing, voyeur

Hunter Actaeon silently watches

The bathing goddess

Diana raises her bow

Setting the hounds on poor Actaeon

And

Bacchus raises his glass in toast –

Remembrance