The Foot And Mouth Crisis 2001

A clue: Memitim 2-down 5-across, Death: Another farmer holds his breath. His crossword puzzle is now solved, as he-sits-by, the open fire resolved. Firebrats shimmer like melting sparks through grates, between falling, slivering, among the black slates. Like silver ashen - phosphates. Covering that hearth's entirety, they too show there's no need for piety as the future ghosts of the living burn. His world is an up-turned urn. Listing, he hears the cries of the last dying ewe. Whilst angels of death beyond view descend across each patchwork acre. He himself screams at his maker. Prier on prier, prayer-on-prayer foot and mouth each neighbouring acre burned black in the gasoline-air each man alone dies by his ploughshare. As more firebrats recurred another flock: another milk herd burned; like unguided lost souls stacked kindling in piled coals.