Like the goat that breaks his tether, falls,
The leader from Tehran's highest walls.
His wings clipped, dialect held still,
Ayatollah's castle mildew fills.

Stealthy as the darkened dog at night,
In Europe, shadows hide from light.
Who gnawed the cord, who brought fear's tremble?
The answer lost in winter's thimble.

Swift as the rabbit's course is laid,
In Sweden, armies' choices are made.
Of jesters not, but knights they seek,
Their strength in wisdom, never meek.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur