Treasure Island

Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)

Cusp


Hunters kill on the veldt,
butcher the carcass, strip red meat and leave.
Scavengers find by sight or smell,
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  • Captain Cur (4/27/2013 6:05:00 AM)

    We are still Neanderthals, we just dress better!
    Great write, I won't mention the wallabies.
    I liked the line, with hammerstone sculpted river pellet blades.
    Rich imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (4/27/2013 6:04:00 AM)

    We are still Neanderthals, we just dress better!
    Great write, I won't mention the wallabies.
    I liked the line, with hammerstone sculpted river pellet blades.
    Rich imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Douglas Scotney (3/20/2013 8:41:00 PM)

    strange, it wasn't 'thus spake Zarathustra' that Margaret Throsby played coincidently as I read this, but 'the blue danube' and I saw that space hostess walking around the cylinder. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (3/10/2013 9:44:00 AM)

    Man...not much difference then and now.Except for his ability to now scavenge the whole earth (strip, unearth,
    make bare all earth) (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/10/2013 5:32:00 AM)

    What has been thrown away by some becomes sustenance for another! Over millenniums, for survival, man resorts to more viable techniques! ! That's all! A very imaginative write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/10/2013 5:04:00 AM)

    Through what struggles for existence over milleniums, the modern man has evolved into his present stature! A very imaginative read! ! (Report) Reply

  • Karen Sinclair (3/9/2013 10:28:00 PM)

    Unusual and enticing piece. Being way over tired it took a moment for the penny to drop but when it did I could of kicked myself. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (3/8/2013 7:00:00 AM)

    The fashioned scraper from surface upcast regolith, a meal in the shadow of a matte black monolith. They fought off competitors to claim their own and in victory hurl skyward a secret weapon bone whose course of victory could not be known. (you knew I could not possibly have resisted) . (Report) Reply

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