The other women of the shanties don't believe her, 
but Juana ( after years in the factory) swears she 
saw it: the thin and twisted cacti came to life and 
were white men from the north, leering men in suits 
who waved hard hands and caused factories 
to blossom like sickly purple desert flowers- 
the women of her village were sucked in and worked. 
Juana cries when she recounts this and somewhere 
a baby with born with no brain says nothing.