white chalk hills are all ive 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 dorsets cliffs meet at the sea where i walked our unborn child in me white chalk gorse scattered land scratch my palms theres blood on my hands1