A pipe to quench the flame's allure,
But halt, says court with gesture pure.
In Santos's dream, a snail's path defied,
By Aussie's coast, the project's tide.

In grand kremlin's webs and dens,
Lies Wagner's story of might and men.
Rabbits change their cloaks and skin,
For echoes of power and whispers within.

From East to West, the tale is told,
Of Shein's pursuit, brave and bold.
A dog in foreign land they sought,
In Townsend's vast wisdom they bought.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur