I Have Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I have recollections of your memory
From which I run mad and then sane,
Glimpses of a white-flagged smile that you gave without shame;
The fire that melted the fore of my head frowned
And gave me a buffer zone of tormentous adoration.

The call of duty; the deign to the shout of a uniformed stranger in charge; the voice of a man summoning to Military parade, He consigned me to war up central,
To stand over brass shells and shoot another man like me and another man in love; To sip of his blood and chew of his flesh
In the grim spheres of the powdery smoke from an American machine gun. I am indeed a very bad man, But I yearn for another of the special times - To once again press on this sadist of an engine
Coming to gusto the smutty murmurs of your sweet sounds
Before I leave for yet another gruesome war commissioned by a plunderer and a brute. Like when smokers share a smoldering cigarette is a moment - So for that same moment, I want to love you.