White Chalk – Polly Jean Harvey

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 walk the valleys by the surf
On a path cut 1500 years ago

And I know these chalk hills will rot my bones

Dorset cliffs meet at the sea
Where I walk, the unborn child in me
White chalk, poor scattered land

Scratch my palms
There’s blood on my hands

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