Actaeon and I

The hart run down,
run apart
Leaping, dashing, dodging
Jaws

You came at me,
looked upon me
unwelcome,
unasked.

You look at me
gazing to see
to absorb
not to comprehend

Oh Sweet Io,
Sweet Daphne,
only an Echo

I am examined,
unseen.
Dismantled
and fed to the dogs.