Dust to Dust

Dust!
We have to keep on dusting,
So that we can respect ourselves.
Even if you have someone to dust for you,
Keep dusting,
Because, ultimately,
It’s better to be a duster
Than to employ one.
The rich do not dust,
And look how they usually turn out!

During the Second World War,
British soldiers,
Prisoners of the Japanese,
Were compelled by their own officers
To shave every morning,
Regardless,
Because one cannot stop dusting;
One cannot take that risk,
Not after being stripped
Of everything else.
From dust you come,
To dust you return,
But, in the meantime,
Dust.

Dust as free men and women.
Put on the music and dust.
Dusting is noble: ask your grandmother!
Dusting is never a waste of time;
Only the thought that it's a waste of time
Is a waste of time.
Dust briskly as if brushing off a hero’s statue;
Dust gently as if caressing a lover;
Dust reverently.
Chop wood,
Fetch water,
Dust.
The world is a big, jolly snow globe
Filled with dust.
The last thing you need
Is a vacuum cleaner
Because dust is the stuff of life:
Once you are separated from that,
What might become of you?