It’s kind of cliché that dye is an attempt to elude darkness.
That apart, it’s a preparation to step backward, when your kids looked up to you
Simply because you were taller and made hot lunches for them and cleaned their rooms
And punished them when they deserved it. Dye is also a life saver,
Liebman the archive threw this up:
I also sent the prisoners hair dye. The older women begged for it to darken the gray in their hair so they wouldn’t automatically be selected for the gas.
The women with dye look in the mirror and pretend,
Natural selection sniggers her painted lips. Players!
(Inspired by this lovely piece and Eric’s gallery picture which speaks to me)