ode to jack london

i saw a girl on the street today who was bleeding out of the head. impossibly maybe her eyeballs. i ran in the snow and fell down ripping my pink corduroys trying to do something for her but i couldn't catch her. she kept up at an inhuman pace. i don't know how she did it with the snow and the wind and the bleeding. and even as i was horrified i couldn't help yelling after her: hey! hey! i couldn't say more than that. how can you call out lady! or miss! or girl! to a person whose cheeks are rutted with blood and whose coat collar is sopping.