We Lost The War by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


Imagine we lost the war,
he says.

I tell him everyone loses the war.
He climbs a nearby lamppost
and ignores me.

Imagine we lost the war,
would you rather be inside or
outside when the
bombs fell?

He is recycled beer drunk, doesn’t give me time to answer.
I’d rather be outside to see it coming!

He looks up to the sky at some imaginary bombs.

I wave off some street kids playing pauper
for gas money.

They don’t know the cold any more than I know
Cleopatra of the Nile.

Strangely without cough,
name brand blanket over their lap
and never up around the neck.

My idiot friend rushing ahead.
Dodging bombs from nowhere.

Thirty feet on
where the future promises
to unfold.

© 2020 Ryan Quinn Flanagan


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Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, BlogNostics, The New York Quarterly, Cultural Weekly, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.


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