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 colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
left hand grasps what the body grasps not -- 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.
do not spray into eyes -- i have sprayed you into my eyes.
hey taro!