Neandertal of mortal man
Whose memory did live and span
Through countless generations spun,
portraying you, the only one.
You lived and died, you laughed and cried.

And randomly, you caste about
To find yourself.....your Maker's shout?


Began for thee a tiny mote,
Which grew in increments of hope,
That echo in the empty room
Which died a catatonic boom!


Out of nothing you appeared
A shadow grew and then careered
Spontaneously you simply knew
Correctly when and what, to do....
You lived and died, you laughed and cried.

Brilliant mathematic play,
Prescient in your Makers ' way?

Began for thee a tiny mote,
Which grew in increments of hope,
That echo in the empty room
Which died a catatonic boom!

For centuries you kept the peace,
Restrained the enmities, release.
Lived conjointly well with man
Interbreeding with the plan.....
You lived and died, you laughed and cried.

A patterned engineering day
Which coalesced your Maker's way?

Began for thee a tiny mote,
Which grew in increments of hope,
That echo in the empty room
Which died a catatonic boom!

Then you left, you simply went
As if your energies were spent,
As if the work was now complete
The impetus left at your feet.
You laughed then cried; then finally died.....

The silence in the empty room
Resounded to your Maker's loom!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
28 September 2025