My sister was taken by the water   Carried away by the sea   I don’t know what she looked like   Mother Ocean, why’d you take her from me?      There was moss on the roof   As you were climbing   Your fingers could not   Grasp the lining   You slipped and fell   In the early morning   We had no signs,   No gentle warning.   I was born    Decades later   Still to wander,   And waft and waiver   Still to cling   I shake and shiver   I am blown by wind   Yon and hither      I run fast   Across the highway   I dodge steel horses   Coming my way   I reach a meadow    Of reeds and grasses   Of silver, gold   And champagne glasses   The soil was pert   With withering babies   Their faces trashed   With AIDS and rabies   You just slipped   The blood flow slowing   The wind it hit   And it kept on blowing!      Blow from the water to the land,   You don’t have to give her back.   Bye, bye,   Natasha.