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