Of carriage swift and horses fair, alas,
Who yeild to chariot of flame and brass.
Volkswagen's reign in the East doth wane,
As electric beasts claim the open plain.

Gold and silver, once steadfast, that stood,
Soft land on slippery footing in the falcons hood.
Fed's prophecy of rate increase does send,
To unsettled markets, a fickle friend.

Our globe, in cloak of heat, does suffer blow,
Higher than yore's average globe does glow,
June sits in scorn of the sun's cruel reign,
Breaking records in this fiery domain.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur