nettle once brittle kneels on burning snow dandelion grove breathing ashes bitter
an elephant-like hole in the ground don’t look in on the strangers eyes wide from the danger disappeared with all the sound
a doll holding a hand hands sleeping in, tight in their hold, no fight just dance with the twirling sand
nettle once brittle kneels on empty plane once nest’s now a grave full of ashes bitter
This poem got to be a song in the end. Describing a post-war ambience, it is influenced by Middle Ages, LOTR & similar movies, Fallout game series... not to forget this almost after-war-ish covid situation, deaths & lockdowns... Its feeling also corresponds to the moment, when Disney's Mulan enters a burned-out village.
You can listen to it on https://youtu.be/vtfJclYFcIc