What if?
What if the moon did drip?Would those tears melt on all our tongues?The gravity-fighting liquid might pointour toes as we lift off. 
Stairs would no longer be builtin high-rise buildings.Elevators? A thing of the past.
The energy crisis would abateas we floated from place to place.Life would be prolonged by partswearing out more slowly.
And when death, the end stop, loomed,we might soar in our swaddling clothesamong the stars, slipping for the last timedown the soft slopes of the Milky Way,encouraging all you earth-bound folks to join us.