As I Rolled By

As I rolled by... Today, on my way, from here to there. I saw a man, dead. He was laying, on the ground, his cheek upon the pavement. His body prone and yet partly... twisted. He lay still. No one touched him. No-one turned him. The ground... burned his flesh. The smell... awful. The police came. They were not in a hurry. The fire trucks were next. They were all too late... to make a difference. How many would if they could? How many do when they can? How many don't? I watched. Not hurriedly they talked. Not quickly they moved. It was okay. As the man, he was... still. He did not complain. There was no one to say... a word.