IV. Death by Water
	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.
	Gentile or Jew
320	O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
	Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
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