Grace be Said at the Supermarket
That God of ours, the Great Geometer
Does something for us here, where He hath put
(If you want to put it that way) things in shape,
Compressing the little lambs in orderly cubes,
Making the roast of a decent cylinder,
Faring the ellipsoid of a ham,
Getting the luncheon meat anonymous
In squares and oblongs with the edges beveled
Or rounded (streamlined, maybe, for greater speed).
