Accident: One Casualty

Horror is 9 a.m. on a sunny morning, highway view of the city, raging traffic, full of motion and promise. Horror is a toppled motorcycle bent backwards beneath an underpass, a body thrown against the concrete wall, blood streaming from beneath a hastily placed tarp. I couldn't help looking - Why did I look? As traffic continued, frenetic as before, aggressive as before, bumper-to-bumper as before...I could not.