Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war
They advance as does his chance, very yellow white flash
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags
Burst so high finally Capa lands
Mine is a watery pit
Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy, foe
Him five yards from his leg, from you, Taro
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
3:10 PM, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colors and cares glaze to gray, shriveled and stricken to dots
The left hand grasps what the body grasps not,
Le photographe est mort
Three, point, one, four, one, five, alive no longer my amour,
Faded for home May of ’54
Doors open like arms my love,
Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa, Capa dark after nothing, re-united with his leg and with you, Taro
Taro
Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes
Hey Taro