I learned of your death today.
Surprised, I am sad 
because you died. 

I am not sad for your work.
Directing and teaching,
young actors, playwrights,

writing plays, a couple of novels, a memoir,
finishing a new play on JFK
his death, one of your obsessions.

I am sad
no, outraged,
by another obsession.

Great actor training guru
preying
on young female actors 

discussing their acting skills
utilizing power, luring them
into your lair of command.

Your late spouse endured your dalliances, lies,
persistent narcissistic preoccupation.
You closed out those who cared for you.

I am saddened for a period of your life
when you irreparably
damaged and damned young lives.

And you said you were threatened 
by a young schoolboy who told you
to leave his mother alone.