Some other nightnmy lovenSome other night you saynOf course you’re rightndear generalnbut before you go awaynmay I please continuenjust a moment morenbefore you close the doornand goodbyenLet’s seenWhere was I?nOh yesnI was going on about colorsnthe different kindsnof rednnSome redsnare like familiar friendsnthey spring from the growing earthnthey flow with the moonnand tides some readsnare the badges of bridesnand birthnnPleasenDon’t lose patience generalnStay just a little whilenI’m merely speaking of colorsnPerhaps I’ll make you smilennSome redsnare unnatural enemiesnthey crawl out of open veinsnthey creepnand slide from gaping woundsnlike medals of pridenand painnnSome reds are close to purplenOh my darlingnWhat do I mean?nPleasendon’t put on your jacket yetnSome reds are closer to greennnSome other nightnMy lovenSome other night you saynOf course you’re rightnDear generalnYou’re right to turn awaynBut you recoilednIs something soiled?nTo stain a sensitive soulnsuch as yoursnwould never be my goalnBut I digressnWhere was I?nnOh yesnBack to the subject of colorsnPerhapsnif someone tried to wear the rednof birth and bridesnif one could lose his pridenand see the other sidenhe’d have less neednto spill the rudenthe cruelnthe crawlingnreds that killnYou’d better put onnYour jacket nownThere’s beginning to be a chillnSuch a sillynTalkative woman am InForgive me if you willnFor keeping you dear generalnSirnYou have a quota to fillnWhile I carry onnabout colorsnpurple green and rednthe badges of the livingnthe medals of the dead