T-Shirts

I give T-shirts back to the earth
in the form of lint
recovered weekly from the drier.

They would, no doubt, last longer
if dried by sun,
and certainly would smell much better,
but have succumbed
to our flirtation with power.

We, too, who never worked harder,
secondary power, must work harder and ever harder.

Debt stays the same:
washing machines and driers,
cars and planes,
streetlights and hours of work,
even more days
and days of weariness and fatigue.

We are not happy?

Wish weeks away for weekends
that both are short,
given over to drinking and dancing,
Monday’s regret,
and wishing again for the weekend.

We wish away lives left to live,
instead of enjoying
the ease
power’s said to give,

and blaming it all on work,
the work we hate;
but are unable to give up,

so purchase even more power,
increasing debt.