though foes and friends alike with quicker wits
for short all call me “Sonovich” the same.
“‘That patronym deserves an explanation:
It starts with Adam, on my mother’s side.
Seems Dad forsook me, left my mom “unbridaled,”
or so the neighbors said, to Mom’s vexation.
“‘Since then my clan has wandered through the ages,
adopting different tongues from place to place,
learning to say “son of” in new ways.
In consequence, that surname grew by stages.
“‘And I, immortal bastard son of heaven,
have taken it in honor of my brethren.’