Capa Taro

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

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
re-united with his leg

And with you, Taro

Do not spray into eyes
I have sprayed you into my eyes

Hey Taro!

 

This post is a test of the audio post capacity of WordPress, as well as a little vignette of Song + Story… A truly amazing story, no matter how brief it was.

Gerda Taro & Robert Capa

Gerda Taro & Robert Capa