Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
Many overcoats of clay in the instance of Callion Hamblin's friends and family who have argued volubly, lovingly, and vehemently with Death since their brother, son, husband, and friend was taken from them almost five months ago in a hissy fit of police state violence. They argue with his senseless and unjustifiable Death, shouting down the absurd surreality of his ashes and dust, dust that should never have been kicked up over a bondsman's bounty.
Here are some select words remembering when they were together, holding fast to their connection, refusing its brokenness, counting and recounting their monstrous loss in a Facebook community--RIP Callion "Smoke/Kinloch" Hamblin--of which I am a member. Daily I hear their inspiring words as arias to as of yet unwritten operas; lyrics to art songs, soaring or hushed; song cycles of Spirit, unadulterated and pure; anthems, fanfares and dirges of loyalty, love, and a righteous nonacceptance of what is, after all, totally unacceptable.
You see, Spirit is winning this argument with Death; Spirit is celebrating the time when he was here, as he should be still; Spirit is embracing him, holding him dear always. To have friends like these, just might be worth dying for.
All i ask Smokey is u plz watch over me sweetie....cause i dnt kno if im comin or goin anymore...n i gtta do my best ta hold myself tagether cause my beautiful baby girlz need me!!
I always call him Callion, it is how he introduced himself to me the first time we met, he went out and bought new shoes and shirt, dressin to impress...we had Lasagna. Being a "more mature" person I remember telling him he looked Spiffy..hahahha....bet he never got called Spiffy before. lmao. I should have told him he was stylin or at least fly!
Miss you so much, think about you everyday. Keep thinking u will call and ask me to bring you a pack of Newports, *sigh* man i miss the little things. I miss our talks and me givin you shit about all the young girls u dated. You were my best friend for real. Funny how we had an amazing relationship.....after we were divorced! LoL X is finished with basketball and started baseball, he changed his number to #32 in honor of you.
Well said. I miss ya too smoke! But we won't let no one forget what they did to you! Promise!!!!
he was with me at mcDonald's tonight, me and Missie were eating a burger and the light above our table kept flicking on and off, the only one in the whole place doing that...I was telling her about how I took him with me on my road trip today, told her he sat on the steering wheel, she laughed and laughed and that light kept going on and off. hahhaha.
man i miss his ass so much can't stop thinking about him the storm last nite i was like smoke raising hell already
I'm Cal's ex-wife, however we remained very close he was my best friend.....Cal was a best friend to many. He made an impact on many peoples lives. ...It seems like such a senseless tragedy that they murdered him. The police portrayed him as a dangerous criminal to justify the shooting. We as friends and family never got ANY answers just what the police say. I myself heard the gun shots from my house and let me just say,"It was NOT the sound of gun fire EXCHANGE, it was the sound of OPEN FIRE" the coroner told me he was hit "multiple" times two that were fatel..... Its hard to find peace when so many questions left unanswered .