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

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

Do not spray into eyes, I

have sprayed you into my eyes

Hey Taro

Oh, oh!

Oh oh oh oh...