“You knew didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close!”
He knew
‘Maybe there is a beast… maybe it’s only us’
Back at it again
Then, amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight, Simon found for the fruit they could not reach… passed them back town to the endless, outstretched hands
Christ like figure
Kind
Surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon’s dead body moved out towards the open sea
Imagery
Metaphor