Bound

The gifts are missing and

the evidence has all

but disappeared into

the pockets of a trickster

and his friends, without amend.

In the light of discovery

the emptiness was viewed

but then ignored, as many

who had witnessed became

bored, with their discord.

A claim was forbidden

and those who held opinion

faded back into the corners

and the hollows marked by

fear, and would not hear.

I was bound to stumble,

I was bound to equate

triumph with redemption

and all the tiny ravers

said “amen, so be it then”