Some other night, my love
Some other night you say?
Of course, you're right, dear General
But before you go away
May I please continue just a moment more
Before you close the door
And goodbye
Let's see, where was I?
What had I just said?
Oh yes, I was going on about colours,
The different kinds of red
Some reds are like familiar friends,
They spring from the growing earth
They flow with the moon and tides
Some reds are the badges of brides and birth
Please don't lose patience, General,
Stay just a little while,
I'm merely speaking of colours,
Perhaps I'll make you smile,
Some reds are unnatural enemies
They crawl out of open veins
They creep and slide from gaping wounds
Like medals of pride and pain
Some reds are close to purple
Oh my darling, what do I mean?
Please, don't put on your jacket yet,
Some reds are closer to green
Some other night my love,
Some other night, you say?
Of course, you're right, dear General,
You're right to turn away
But you recoil is something soil
To stain a sensitive soul such as yours
Would never be my goal
But I digress,
Where was I?
Oh yes…
Back to the subject of colours
Perhaps if someone tried to wear the reds of birth and brides
If one could lose his pride
And see the other side
Perhaps he'd have less need to spill
The rude the crude the crawling reds that kill
You'd better put on your jacket now
There's beginning to be a chill
Such a silly talkative woman am I
Forgive me if you will
For keeping you, dear General, sir,
You have a quota to fill
While I carry on about colours
Purple, green and red
The badges of the living,
The medals of the dead
