Diane Hine - Cusp lyrics

Hunters k** on the veldt, butcher the carca**, strip red meat and leave. Scavengers find by sight or smell, encircling the carrion with teeth or hooked beaks and claim rights or sneak bites, but one species tenuously prevails. They move in, cleave bones, lick marrow and scrape scraps of fat from hide with hammerstone sculpted river pebble blades held in strong-thumbed precision clasps, two and a half million years past.