I'll read a poem about the Greek myth of Actaeon.
There are very few figures in Greek mythology
that had more violence done to them for a simple mistake.
Actaeon was a hunter, and he was taking a break
from hunting deer with his hounds, and he was hot
and it was midday and he went looking for some water,
and he found a pool.
Unfortunately, he also disturbed the goddess Diana or Artemis
bathing naked in that pool.
And she was so outraged to have been discovered
this way by a mortal that she punished him for this mistake.
And the punishment was to turn him
into a stag to be pursued by his own dogs and torn apart.
So in this very short poem which poses as a translation,
I imagine the dead Actaeon addressing his mother.
"The Ghost of Actaeon."
You are sleeping mother and do not know my fate.
I wish you could wake and embrace me much changed
as I am with the horns and the hair of a stag, and only
the eyes and voice the same as Actaeon
My dogs did what I trained them to do; forgive them.
If you see my lost bow, break it; bury it with my bones.
I know you found no sign of them in the woods, but look again;
look for a freckled coat and not a tunic.
Branched antlers not smooth temples,
and longer legs than you remember that end
not in feet, but in hooves.