EVERYWHERE PEOPLE MOVE INTO DARKNESS—ALLEYWAYS THAT RUN ARMS BETWEEN THEM
Bruno received a package including a will
keys and instructions on what should be done.
All evidence pointed to the body being his friend.
He hasn’t shown up, said Malachi’s sister
but police were still confirming dental records--
his car found nearby.
Bruno began making calls:
The jazz locals were certain
it was the man best known for documenting
Paul Rutherford, Gold Sparkle, Isotope 217:
those were other people’s bands.
Malachi was fiercely modest--
for at least the last decade he was an empty bottle
with a familiar face.
An eyewitness said turning vehicles didn’t stop
to watch a man become voltage on the highway.
The Sun-Times once tried to do a piece
but he declined
saying he wanted to write his own obituary.
In Chicago, Malachi is not a crown or a halo
but a small item of a man who set himself on fire
during rush hour Friday morning.
Jacob Victorine is a performance poet and MFA candidate at Columbia College Chicago, where he teaches undergraduate Writing & Rhetoric. A member of the 2011 Jersey City National Slam Team, his poetry has been featured on IndieFeed: Performance Poetry. His poems appears or are forthcoming in places such as Columbia Poetry Review, The Bakery, PANK and Muzzle Magazine, for which he also writes book reviews.