A flash of white 
Half buried in dull, green grass 
A stone -  

Mayhap in some distant day 
This stone, fresh hewn 
First saw the light of garish day 
On some soft Grecian hillside 
Garland strewn - 
Perhaps some silv'ry temple to Diane 
Rearing its ivory column to the moon. 
Built cool and white and perfect 
On a gentle hill 
Where joyous girls with offerings came, 
Their cheeks flushed with the morning sun 
Chanting of the glories of the Goddess 
In the spacious sanctuary 
Where none might kill - 

A closer glance - 
No stone is this! 
A whitened skull!  

         TenEyck Van Deusen