Yesterday's Girl In a Gutter

San Francisco: I stepped off the train at 8:45 to the hussel of 4th and King. Something didn't feel right.  Something was out of place. It was the girl lying face down in the gutter.  The blood became thicker and darker. A man was checking the pulse on her neck. Another man lifted his white Iphone to the ear.  Most people stood around too stunned to move or talk. A bike lay on the side walk next to her.  The muni bus driver belts a cold "Oh god dammit, this is just fine!" Not wanting to get in the way I left the scene.  She had help. Walking away, a primal moan vibrated through the motionless girl. 8:50am the sirens are close. The commuters continue to head toward Market Street, clueless and numb.