A Man of The Rats

Chang was the Man of the Rats.

 He lived in a docile Beijing street corner where the walls bore the holes of the past, bullet holes, the strayed ones, from the days when they would line up those old boys along the wall and address a firing squad. 

He lived among those rats, inhabiting these holes, that bore the souls of the dead martyrs, who would feed on Chang alive, little by little, every day, until his bones had obliterated and his memory had receded into a vanquished settlement.

Once upon a Time, Colonel Chang was a man of the people.

A Man Of the State.