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
 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

 31415, 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