The Watery Song

Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road,
Two 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, reunited with his leg,
And with you, Taro!

Do not spray into eyes, I have sprayed you into my eyes,
Hey, Taro!