My name is jess tying the hawk’s leg red.
My mother’s name is red springtime in a land she wasn’t born.
My father’s name is red markings of the bombs.
My sister’s name is lovely flower red.
My brother’s name is unstoppable fission red.
My grandmother’s name is sorrow on a soft, red wind.
Her mother’s name is went back but couldn’t find them red.
I come from a people known for bombed cathedrals, long voyages across the sea, and bootlegged moonshine.