I go on to make my work upon the earth

Pain of Cuba

body I am
my orphanhood I live
In Cuba when you die
the earth that covers us speaks
But here
covered by the earth whose prisoner I am
I feel death palpitating underneath
the earth.
And, so
as my whole body is filled with want of Cuba
I go on to make my work upon the earth,
to go on is victory.

- Ana Mendieta, June 1981