Helen Dunmore - Out of the Blue lyrics

Speak to me in the only language I understand, help me to see as you saw the enemy plane pounce on you out of the sun: one flash, co*kling metal. Done. Done for, they said, as he spun earthward to the broad chalk bosom of England. Done for and done. You are the pilot of this poem, you speaks its language, thumbs-up to the tall dome of June. Even when you long to bail out you'll stay with the crate. Done for, they said, as his leather jacket whipped through the branches. Done for and done. Where are we going and why so happy? We ride the sky and the blue, we are thumbs up, both of us even though you are the owner of that long-gone morning, and I only write the poem. You own that long-gone morning. Solo, the machine-gun stitched you. One flash did for you. Your boots hit the ground ploughing a fresh white scar in the downland. They knew before they got to him, from the way he was lying done for, undone. But where are we going? You come to me out of the blue strolling the springy downland done for, thumbs up, oil on your hands