Glenn Everett (no email) from 206.240.201.53 at 04/14/99 04:54PM
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    The ultimate irony of the poem is that we all know very well that God did not create the canned ham--the grocer and the butcher did. We can "look unflinchingly on death" because all we have to look at is a can of Spam. We don't have to see what God created and man has butchered (literally). If we're going to eat meat, Nemerov says, it's well to think of God's creations, not just the grocer's.