| White Chalk |
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| 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 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, gorse-scattered land |
| Scratch my palms — there’s blood on my hands |
