Zac’s dead
buried with his brother Wallace
beside the carport
under the pongas.

Zac of the goldfish eyes
and nice-smelling fur
who when I had a problem with a poem
slept on it,
who lived to put his paw-print
on a valued citation,
who in his dying days
jumped to swipe at a passing moth
and missed.

Zac the radical,
Zac the bed-crowder
the window leaper
the lateral-thinker,
Zac the head-first rat-eater
is dead,
is ‘laid to rest’,
has met his match.

Frater, ave (etc)
Black Zac
Zac the Knife.

‘Cat/ullus’, from Dog (Auckland University Press, 2002), © C K Stead 2002, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 2004.

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