Taro
Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the roadTo 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 distanceFrom 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 chokesAll 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 ‘54Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closenessTo 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!