All the faux philosophies, the fat stinkers, the hollow-skulled bugs dark as apple seeds, the swarm of beady notions with fragile spines, the insistent, incessant screechers; a fool-god gives them legs and they burrow, embed themselves in the tart rind of human exchange. Feverish, compelled, they needle rhino-skinned reason, pincers ever poised, poisonous under the shield called theory, the tearers, the throttlers claim dominion over sense and hack with half-formed schemes like scythes, they butcher with blunt tools until all dialogue is disembowelled.
by Suzi Mezei
Suzi Mezei is a Sri Lankan born Australian writer whose work is influenced by her culture and experience. Her work appears in several journals such as Cordite, Aniko, Hecate and Burrow and anthologies including Award Winning Australian Writing, Curiouser and The Sky Falls Down. She has won some prizes and her work has been performed on stage.