To the east where red dragons oft do stow,
Commerce wanes, Caterpillar crawls slow.
The flow of Silva stopped, DuPonts might lay low,
Expectation dims, much like afterglow.

In lands of gold and sun, a trumpet's blast,
Milei's banner in the fiery winds cast.
Pledges to tear asunder the money mat,
Inflation's sting, poverty, all in the past.

Nikkei, a rabbit withering in the chase,
Fear of the hawk prostrates its once bright face.
U.S. influence, a snails subtle trace,
Markets tumble in its relentless race.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur