
A fifth time they dug her up years later.
A gaping hole where her heart had been ripped out
to be placed in a reliquary.
Three centuries later physicians would examine it,
would find a wound an inch and a half in length,
the edges of the wound charred
as though by a burning iron.
Gloria Anzaldúa, Borderlands / La Frontera. The New Mestiza (San Francisco: Aunt Lute Books, 1987), 159.