White Chalk

White chalk hills are all I've known White chalk hills will rot my bones White chalk sticking to my shoes White chalk playing as a child with you White chalk south against time White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme I walk the valleys by the Cerne On a path cut 1500 years ago And I know These chalk hills will rot my bones Dorset's cliffs meet at the sea Where I walked our unborn child in me White chalk gorse-scattered land Scratch my palms There's blood on my hands