~Who Will Be Responsible?~ Revised Version 5/2/2011

I asked myself, "How could I let this happen?"
I watched it spinning, collecting the dirt and pollution around me,
so much that when I held it up to the sun it refracted
a rainbow hue that almost made it beautiful.
I cast it up into the cosmos, out into the universe
hoping that it would come back different, or not at all.
Anxiously, I waited for it's return, looking directly into the sun,   
I was blinded
A piece had torn itself away and it remained firmly before me.
Frightened and unable to see past the sunbursts in my eyes,   
I tried to run, afraid that my query would come back the same ,
I tripped over the pieces in front of me.
I scrambled around in the very filth that had collected on it,
until the sunspots flew from my eyes and I saw it there,
standing tall, planted deep,  like the crucifix of the Christ.   
It was different, ominous, yet simple, almost the same   
and the words read, "I let this happen."