Do you mourn the tree of the apple?

Will you bury the vines of the grape?

With every seed you eat,
Will you remember the mother's mistake?

Dug deep are the roots.

Of the old childless Eden.

But there are no sugars left,

For your miscarried fruits.

Do you water the dead plants?

Will you bury the mulberry bush?

With every pome you swallow
Will you remember that fateful push?