Harold Lorin is just now trying to write poetry and fiction. His recent forays can be found on-line at Seismic Fish, Nice Stories, and The Blue House. He's published numerous books and articles in Computer Technology and Science. He lives primarily in New York City.
Lorin travels extensively for work and pleasure, thinks truth lies only in fiction (although there are good moments for reconstructionist historians), and is still trying to develop a personal experiment to test if the world is round.
His favorite poets are are Billy Collins, Mark Strand, W.S. Merwin, Elizabeth Bishop, Wallace Stevens, Alfred Tennyson, and John Milton.
Otherwise he is "only an aging American who knows little of life."
Write in the cliff now the names of the Kings.
Write in the rock we are here.
Carve deep our triumphs into the stone.
Etch out how we tend to our arms and our fields.
Descry the dark names of oppressors,
lovingly hew in our heroes names.
Name every one of our brave.
Write on the cliff now the shapes of the Gods.
Carve out their ikons and signs.
They will see bullís horns and ramís heads
and remember we were here.
They will at another time recall us from sleep
and then the wind will not blow over us
as if we had never been here.