Fish Wish

I could if I would
wish for a fish,
if only I could find the time.

I stand in the sand
banning the brand
and the land lost forever.

A sad and sorry star,
far and final,
tribal tradition in transition.

Random rendition,
random abandon,
but the fable was able to enable the two.

Alone without tone,
drones and moans
of mother matter,
blood and splatter.
How now, 牢骚 (láosāo)?

Mutter or flutter,
flail us a tale.
Together we'll find the forgotten feather.
You who know!