Instinct Blues

Right away men come
to shuffle me places
I do not want to go.

First, as an infant,
into my mothers arms.
Second, as a child,
into the classroom.
Third, as a young woman,
into a young man's clutches.
Fourth, as a mother,
into old age.
Fifth, as a grandmother,
into my grave.

Right away men come.
Right away men go.