Vale Salinger

+++ ___  J.D ___+++

A quiet man of words
indignant if privacy violated
in writing sounded
rebellion of generations
tapped universal vein
of growing up knowing
seeds your ancestors sowing
were insufficient to live for
valueless as mindless war
in individualism be the Light
by which to pilot life's plight

Gather a body to a body
the only reality true
and to written Holden
writer found himself beholden
to myths of truths and analysis
intellectual study gave his Muse paralysis
the world could go and do
whatever the world might do
on a farm in peace he would reside
his writing a constant secret by his side

Never shared or sought to publish
those words on which his time lavish
no desire to share with printers and fools
a recluse's words his finest tools
crystallizing  ideas sharp and spare
caught literary magic rare
created Holden Caulfield for all he's worth
in dying escapes journalists taunts
beyond the rye and book covers he lies
escaped and yet his ideas lingers.