MY LITTLE RED KNIFE Poem by Patrick Galvin

With my little red knife
I met my love
With my little red knife
I courted
And she stole me to her deep down bed
Her hair spread out a burning red
But never a single word was said
About my little red knife.

With my little red knife
I held her down
With my little red knife
I kissed her
And there in the deep of her two blue eyes
I kissed and kissed a thousand lies
And opened wide her golden thighs
To please my little red knife.

With my little red knife
I made her weep
With my little red knife
I loved her
And the wine was heavy in her mouth
The morning air stood up to shout
But there wasn't a living soul about
To see my little red knife.

With my little red knife
I raised her up
With my little red knife
I ripped her
And there in the gloom and rolling night
I cut her throat by candlelight
And hurried home to my waiting wife
Who damned my little red knife.