Of Chauvin, loathed for Floyd's demise,
Attacked in his prison guise.
Like wine spilled, yet not his life,
A knife's kiss but minor strife.

Cage returns to the screen's delight,
In dreams gone viral takes his fight.
Cancelled fate by strangers' spite,
A nightmare pint in film is quite.

In Israel's groves of lemon, sweet,
Paths of two Nepalis meet.
One held hostage, one left dead,
Hope for friend, their ale's dread.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur