His blind one eye
saw only a piece a meat,
Not a girl innocently naked.
That she was much more.
The Girl that he traumatized,
The outraged Woman who demanded Justice,
The Powerful Old Woman who cut him down:
The Triple Goddess of the Moon.
Acteon’s hounds were his attitude;
Seeing only prey.
The dogs’ hunger;
Eroticism has its proper sphere:
In the Time of Aphrodite,
When a Woman willingly dances with the male.
In the Presence of the Goddess,
Lack of respect
To misapprehend the reality
Distorted the vision badly.
All once were warned
To lift the Veil of Isis.
(Know what the “Veil of Isis” is?
A Skirt, man, a skirt.)
When with no respect
You pull off that skirt,
You treat a person like a rut hole.
The Goddess might just be there.
He found out what it felt like
To be prey.
The dogs, man, the dogs;
They ate him