Salt On The Wound

Like salt
Once stab
It Burns
Too bad

It hurts
To know
The place
Quite mad

No cut
Makes worse
Or course
More terse

Then knowing
All terrible
Deeds
Traversed

Is pie
In the sky
All relevant
Verse

Is getting there
Be
Salvation
Or terse

Should I now
Hold thought
To difficult
Way

Do I spread
Newspaper
In pious
Each way

Do I fold
Like a flag
The news
Of each day

Is it history
Calls me
Or event
Of the Day

Is the wound
Getting worse
And how much
Do we pay?