Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
March 23, 2026

The Bombers

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Bombers

The bombers overhead
are for me.

They cannot be seen or heard
because they fly at altitude.

But they are there.
Flying in formation.
Heavy payloads.

My bombers.

In a war I can never
win.







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