Once named, I enter the world:
it is not conception, or the foetal form,
or the baby that’s just born,
but the person I become when named.
Names are the registry of mankind:
we partake of their identity,
a veritable incarnation of the same.
People with names populate the world
in great bustling crowds where
anonymity thrives, the nameless
statistics make a meal of; but
make no mistake, each bobbing head
in the multitude will respond directly
to a name, is the named person
the cosmos, and beyond, to identify.