From fair Austria, a proclamation springs,
A bond auction set, yet fate marred by strings.
For advanced funding, an enabling song,
Yet of its cancellation, whispers belong.

Unfortunate surprise, German industry feels,
A dip in production, behind prosperity's wheels,
A sign of decay, in Europe's stout heart,
Manufacturing base, from growth it departs.

In the halls of Congress, a great bill takes flight,
Defense is its aim, in the dim fading light.
Contention abates, with pieces now scrapped,
For soldiers in service, care gently wrapped.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur