At Confucius’ Resting Place

John Tustin

The ivy or whatever it is
Comes right up from the grassy earth
Like a great octopus’ tentacles
Gripping the deck of a flailing ship
And slowly covers the stone animals
That solemnly stand along the path
Leading to the place where
The dirt now covers Confucius.

The ram and the horse and the tiger
Do not fall.
Neither does Confucius

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. See a full list of his published poetry online on his website.