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 sat against time

White chalk cutting down the sea line

I know mary's by the surf

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

(Poor scattered land)

Scratch my palms

There's blood on my hands.