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 sap against time
White chalk cutting down
the sea at night
I walk the valley by the surf
On a path cut
fifteen hundred 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 coarse scattered land
Scratch
my palms, there's blood on my hands