Oh sea, thy song doth resound
With whispers of Titan's fate, profound,
Built in secret for wary tongues,
To follow deep submar'd songs.

Alas, the humble bond is raised
By firms, 'pon tougher terms be praised,
Low-rated, quenching cup's embrace,
Their debt's burden to softly grace.

From Russia's chaos, dreams unsettled,
In China's breast, uncertainty dappled,
Woe, the partner against the West,
Finds Ukraine's strife, a woeful test.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur