Author Charles Reznikoff I walked in a street, head high, when a thug began beating a passer-by. I gave no help with blow or cry, but hurried on glad it wasn't I. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments