Your Name

I saw your name in blazing letters on a hillside.
And there I stood, stupefied,
watching your name. And then—well,
then it started to rain.

At first I thought, “These are tears
on my cheek.” As smoke began to rise
I was forced to realize: Either go,
or stay and get soaked.

Either go, or stay and get soaked. Go,
or stay and be blinded
by the acrid smoke
that was once your name.