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.