Mankind, an Apology

(or, The Problem With Introductions, or, How To Say Very Little With Very Big Words, or, Is There Any Substance Behind All These References, or, What Do You Say After You Say Hello?)

For whatever reason, it seems obvious that 
anyone should have to account for why one was;

a few sentences, some Linnaean humility, 
shaking talons, making mammals, making friends,
though, always taking care not to seem too chummy
with those that reside in the dreaded present tense!

The primary goal of our exercise 
is, on the one hand, to heap praise upon 
the miracle of life (admirable 
fruits so far, those early genetic babblings),

and, on the other, to argue proteins 
truly outdid themselves with Man: 
The Resident Nomothete - we sure can
name stuff and are often wont to, it seems.

Despite our relatively recent reign, 
we've found these formerly 'nameless' terrains 
now know better.
Into their depths,
have 
plunged, 
have

sunk,

and, upon reflection, think them shallow 
and instead yearn for far greater, richer 
waters yet to come in this post-pseudo-
partum-antediluvian era.

For humans, it should definitely be
noted, care primarily about Firsts…
Archives become monuments (ceaselessly 
frustrating all sacrosanct sorting schemes)

There's something about an introduction implicit in the I. 
How to refer now (which changes) to that which stase?
It assumes a certain “air," it makes one trackable, and
it’s hard to know what sorts of histories 

I’m liable to pick up. This whole planet's 
lousy with 'em, so, you start with 
the undeniable. I can’t speak for
previous introductions, but: Hello,