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Only by Fire is Fascism Finished
Year upon year in Earth’s darker forests,
Heaped at the foot of the trees,
Dry drifts of wood rot and leaf fall increase
Which sunlight shall never seize.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
The ash that descends in the September skies
Where the leapers swam down the stones?
Best answered by bombs from mid-heaven at prayer
With that fire which hollows the bones.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
If their god decrees war, God’s war shall prevail.
His lessons are seared in His stone.
No dreams shall defer, nor wishes erase,
The answers that burn in the bone.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
Only by Fire is Fascism Finished.
This Sin is demanded that Your Line may Live.
Only through Fire is Freedom Reborn.
Each generation pulls the Sword from the Stone.
— Van der Leun
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The anvil gravestone turns out to be a theme: Google “anvil gravestone” to see a few, most with a hammer on top. But it appears that the addition of the apron is unique to this one–
This post brought together two family traditions: my husband taught several generations of Scouts to do ironworking, and one of our sons now makes knives and jewelry, being both a blacksmith and a silvermith.
My mother, in her retirement, became interested in family history, which expanded into researching local cemeteries, and then developed into a hobby of graveyard jaunts: wherever she visited, we had to include a trip to photograph the nearest cemetery, and ponder the narratives hidden within the inscriptions and ornaments of the gravestones. (I now try to do the same, and often find them the most interesting part of my touring.)
She would have loved this one.
Reminds me of this tombstone …
https://gravelyspeaking.com/2011/04/16/lightning-strike/
https://www.tsop.org/TSOP2019/photos/Indiana%20Limeston%20Trail.pdf