The village is tilting on its axis. It is turning. All its organs are spilling into the bay.

Shima is a mosaic of the emotional, psychic, and generational toll that exile from a pillaged culture impresses on a poet and his community. Come to haunt Yamagushiku's practice of ancestor veneration are photographs and a narrative that spans his own life and a mythic parallel filled with a voice as spare as it is present, yearning as it is precise. Speaking through a cultural amnesia collected between a sunken past and a sensed, ghostly-dreamed future, Shima anchors the poet's interrogation of the relationship between father and son in the fragile connective tissue of memory where the poet's homeland is an impossible destination. I am taking the sharpest stick and poking the root ancestor. I am insisting that if he awakens I will have something useful to say.