FLYING OVER LOCKERBIE YEARS LATER

FLYING OVER LOCKERBIE YEARS LATER

By Chip Tolson

Flying over Lockerbie higher than the trackFlying over green fields
Which my small plane flies in summer sky
Is where the ticking clock sprang its catch
The circuit made the jumbo ripped apart
On that bleak December night.

Comfortable over harvest fields can we believe
It spiralled from altitude to earth
To find past souls laid in Scottish fields
Victims of war waiting their vigil
On that bleak December night.

Flying over Lockerbie, it plunged to earth
Splintered broken unsuspecting
As game birds over moorland guns
Cartwheeling down blasted to the ground
On that bleak December night.

Dumfriesshire patterned now with harvest fields
Cut and carted into stores and barns
Belies the awful hidden witness
Livid scar of murder’s commission
On that bleak December night.

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