Why, Meryl, Why!?

A true iron lady,
death has become her.
The perfect hymn
of the violin
escorts her
into the wood
dark and wide.
She dances with
the children in the darkness,
in the darkness of the evil
and devilish wood.

Original Tweet @MerylStreep. What possible topic could this flash poem be about? Weaponized poetry, pretentious passive-aggression or old-school scholarly ass-whooping?

Why, Meryl, Why? is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.

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