Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep

Two feet creep up the road

To photo, to record, meat lumps and war

They advance as does his chance, ohh

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

Do not spray into eyes

I have sprayed you into my eyes

3:10 p.m.

Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes

All colours and cares glaze to grey

Shriveled and stricken to dots

The left hand grasps what the body grasps not,.