Indo-china, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road To photo, to record, meat lumps and war They advance as does his chance, oh, oh 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, oh, oh Do not spray into eyes I have sprayed you into my eyes Three ten Pm Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes All colors and cares glaze to grey Shriveled and stricken to dots The left hand grasps what the body grasps not oh, oh Le photographie 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, re-united with his leg And with you Taro, oh, oh, oh Taro, oh, oh, oh Do not spray into eyes I have sprayed you into my eyes Hey Taro!