Borja, anonym villge in Spain,
was put in the history books
at God’s expense.
In the Sanctuary of Mercy
no mercy was left
for the falling pieces
of Jesus’ face.
For Cecilia, old lady parishioner,
the congregation her highest delight
offered her services with kindness
her hobby, her art.
Unskilled painter or delusional genius
ersatz restorer, there’s no doubt
with good intentions our Cecilia
stultified Jesus with the brush.
No one cared about that fresco
that village or that church.
But a contretemps of an old lady
made them famous
in the twinkling of an eye.
“Ecce Homo”, behold the man!
“Ecce Mono”, they call it now.
Mockery, laughter,
parodies and jokes
all breaking news reporting
what a disaster
Cecilia caused.
Soon enough jester became queen
once the microphones accentuated
the warmth of such a living thing.
For her life was full of nothing
but misfortunes and scarcity,
a dead husband, a disabled son.
Yet what she made with the profits
was to give it all to charity.
Proximate to our hearts, will Cecilia remain
as well as the repartees in a Comedy Show,
the memes, the fun, the monkey God.