Pointer

Pointer

A Poem by Brett Hernan
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A portrait of peurile futility. And how's your night going..?

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No-one,
noticed.

Billions die.

Beached

White
pointer.

The World

Holds
it's breath.











© 2017 Brett Hernan


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Added on September 12, 2017
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Author

Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



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Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

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