Plague Bird

I am Scud, I am squid, the asteroid so large
That someplace big as Texas needed a name.
Divinely commissioned for a reprising purpose;
The Greeks are the ones
Who best knew my acts.

If there’s luck anymore I’ll crash slack in the sea,
Fall drunkenly like a kite without string,
Where I’ll settle with other wet angry things
To be loved by the ologist
Through glass inches, at last.