The current that boils its way through the coils
Of a menavisal hood.
There was silence at first, then the silence burst
In a moment of horror fraught,
As Doug MacNeer's voice babbled clear
In fragments of tortured thought.
"I don't understand ... I can't move a hand ...
head aches, and my brain is on fire....
Stars ... Nelly ... Oh, Lord!" Thus Dougal's thoughts poured
In words through the webwork of wire.