Neanderthals

Weary of the mindless malls, We journey out to view the scrawls Etched by the Neanderthals. And there compelling to us all, We stand speechless and enthralled Observing scenes both large and small. Of grazing beasts in boundless stalls, Diffused in peaceful, stoic sprawls Waiting for nothing, nothing at all. Look, if you dare, upon the next wall. Where speared brutes bleed waterfalls; Caught unawares, we were quite appalled. Now listen closely to hear the squalls And whoops and cries of Neanderthals; Wreaking carnage in that bloody brawl. The natives succeeded to shock and maul, Then worked together to bring the haul Into their prehistoric mess-hall. An eon ago the creatures stood tall, Walking nobly, since not made to crawl. Now blood dyed granite, marks their fall. It’s time to leave but I try to stall By using my knife to get a spall, But not today, my name is called.