A leakage they commence, from Fukushima's pride,
The Pacific to baptize, where tritium doth abide.
A draught of ale for angels, yet in such tiny dose,
Three decades of slow pour, Japan hath chose.

The dragons of East stir, their breath doth glow,
The metals shiver and drip, their value running low.
The golden goblet edges higher, 'gainst fears it's fashioned,
Pray, for Chinas dwelling woes, are the goods thrashèd.

See yonder, the dollar faint, as appetite doth thrive,
With soldiers of the market, in tussle they jive.
Nvidias strong ale, equities they winning,
Meanwhile, to jobless claims, our focus is spinning.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur