Saboteur

In some ways, "Saboteur" is as much a poem  (a deeply cynical, dark poem) as a story.  The words resonate:
Mr. Chew (oh I know it's Mr. Chiu but it's also Mr. Chew)

to me, the strength of the story/ poem is that it makes of Mao's (and Hegel's and Marx's)  theory  of dialectical materialism a material counterpart, in fact, a food counterpart
Mr. Chiu
you're a saboteur . . . disrupting public order
 rotten melon
few flies
sallow face

 use your tongue


bulgy eyes, egg of a tortoise
something stirred in Mr. Chiu's stomach, a pain rising to his rib
millet porridge, a corn bun, and a piece of pickled turnip

 heart disease and hepatitis
his flesh .. . must have tasted nonhuman to fleas
liver was swelling up
nausea
bowl of corn glue . . . salted celery
eight hundred people contacted acute hepatitis
Mr. Chew

And worst of all: Party had been propagating the idea that all citizens were equal before the law