Blood Pumping From A Man's Heart
Forward when the light went red and why was too late.
I thought the word, but could not say it in time.
But everyone stopped.
And we ran from our safe cars to a scene of tragedy.
Can a minute, a second, mean so much?
None knew what to do. Me, first in line -- knew least.
Pried open the mangled door, with another human.
She pressed three beeps into her phone. I fell down.
Placed my hands firmly on a chest I should not touch.
I did this, thinking only that blood is better in than out.
Beyond this, I did not know my name.
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