Taro

Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep Two feet creep up the road To photo, to record, meat lumps and war They advance as does his chance, ohh

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, oh Do not spray into eyes I have sprayed you into my eyes

3:10 p.m. Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes All colours and cares glaze to grey Shriveled and stricken to dots The left hand grasps what the body grasps not, ohh

Le photographe est mort 3.1415, 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, oh

Taro, ohh

Do not spray into eyes I have sprayed you into my eyes

Hey, Taro!