The patron saint of modern religion
must be Saint Henry Ford
 
whose assembly line inspired many
to solve the problem of mass

fabrication. Subsidiary discipleship
rejects custom-crafted faith

in favor of common molds, pieces
fit together like jigsaw

parts, homogeneous and sterilized
(but efficient). Proselytes shaped  

by the solemn assembly
of unionized production 
  
laboring in the central sacrament
of selling more units of the Model T.

Churches thus earned a great commission
spinning pinions, telling cogs which way to turn.

Factories and ribbon cuttings multiplied
as converts congregated in hair nets

performing in jealous zeal
the Ritual of the Conveyor Belt

with robotic arms and hands.
Remember to say thanks

to those captains of industrialized religion
the next time you splurge

on a brand-name bottle
of cold-pressed blood.

St. Ford saved you
considerably on the bottom line.