In th'Occitan meadow, gaunt and drear,
The oil's sharp decline we hear,
As Chine's feeble gesture doth unfold,
Piercing the land's heart, now e'er so cold.

In the realm of Thailand's fervent sphere,
The Bank's ardent fight against inflation revere,
A leap of twenty-five points to tame the wild,
Inflation's fierce tempest thus beguiled.

Amidst the labyrinthine world of base metals, low,
Weak China demand doth Shadows sow,
In the grip of reck'ning that lingers still,
Affecting the land with price's will.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur