Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.
He's forgotten his life before, forgotten the "swell of the sea". It's clear he drowned but I am interested in the language and imagery of "picking his bones in whispers". Could it be that now in this society, water (which is one of the main things humans need to survive, which flows and brings us life" has now become a symbol of death? Is it a release from the world they inhabit that is unkind and does not comfort them anymore? Is it perhaps another kind of cleansing that brings them to a better world (the afterlife)?