rock on

I'm afraid this one makes hash of the history

first sun that warms el Capitan each day
must glint on bolt-stubs Royal Robbins chopped
reminders as they slowly rust away
of Harding's ego's size before it popped
but Robbins still relied on climbing aid
repeating the Dawn Wall by Harding's route
until Lynn Hill would  knock it down a grade
all dreams of climbing free there had seemed moot
a woman's hands brought more than strength and knack
to climbs that stumped the masters at that game
to bear her weight in vanishing-thin cracks
would put her muscled Camp-Four mates to shame

if Honnold would now climb it without gear
must we conclude he's wholly without fear?