Art On Gorham's Cave Poem by Michael Brosky

Hear wave after wave
Lap at Gorham's Cave
Much in the same way
As back in the day
What today's face saw
Then Neanderthal
The pattern he knew
As surely he drew
Lines in his abode
Some ancient bar code
For the near and far
Joined the sound and stars
This thought spelled his end
Those lines could not bend
Time curved he noted
On this, he doted
Slipped into a seam
Evolved on a beam
They thought him a brute
They cannot refute
That he walks there still
Across time by will
We still can't pursue
His lines as a clue
They cannot compute
The math of this brute
Pattern is the same
The time he did frame
The geniuses stall
Apt Neanderthal!