Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

The Bombers

"...They cannot be seen or heard..."

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.






Article © Ryan Quinn Flanagan. All rights reserved.
Published in the March 19, 2018 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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