something had happened there

a crowd had formed. we were all on the top level of the bridge, looking down at the level below. the body was covered by a white sheet. i saw his leg, which was hairy, and his jean shorts, which were dark blue. i don't remember if he had on shoes or not but his skin was very white. there was a lot of blood. it looked like thick red cream, like smeared and busted fruit. traffic was being redirected. fuck, said the guy next to me, who had come over to see what had happened. and then he got back on his bike. when i left there were still a lot of people there. i don't know what they expected to see. what i had expected to see.