How are you this day, tonight,
All daily unpleasantness aside?
Would it have come to fruit
What would have you and I

Become
Done
If this twisted tree
had born "we"?

How are you tonight, my sweet?
The pretty gangly waif
Somehow I knew
I'd rather wait, too late,
So that all the things to be
Would dissolve before decay.
Would it have born a sweeter fruit
Then any other tree
If this twisted stem
had born "we"?

What would we have
Become
Done
Undone
Been
if this twisted tree
had been allowed to fruit?
Wouldn't it have become as all
Our fellows and sames have come to be?

If we had...

what difference
does it make now?