The kaleidoscope resolved as raging waters became still.
A damning tableau of my actions. The outcome quite against my will,
but evidence for all to see, lain out frozen in time.
It was as fugitive from justice, that I fled the scene of crime.
Making my escape, I paused to wash away the stench
of decay and rank corruption, that accompanied my clench.
And I thanked my stars I seemed to have averted all the shame
that surely would accompany apportioning of blame.
And so it was I left the bathroom, and unflushable deposit,
for another to discover, and emerge to cry "Who was it?"