poetry by Eric Jennings
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Hot Cross Bunnies

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Setting: outdoors in a clearing, an alter with crucifix on the west side, an entrance to the clearing from the east side, the entrance is open to the east so that the morning sun shines in.

Characters:
Ox, UR
Eastre Bunnie, I
Ishtar, 8 Pointed Star
Chorus

Synopsis:
There is a rabbit, born of egg, sleeping. He wakes and sees his shadow. Thinks his shadow is a horned monster so he runs and hides.

Ox, UR:
The ox arrives to be crucified. He comes willingly from the morning star which is venus. He relates that he was sent by Ishtar, the goddess of love and sex. He brings bread and a torch. He has come to celebrate the birth of spring, the coming of the light and the death of winter which is the receding of the dark. He rallies the chorus into a morning prayer to Ishtar.

Chorus:
The chorus faces the east and speaks a sun prayer.

Ox, UR:
The ox instructs the chorus to gather wood for a fire which he lights with his torch. He makes bread for the chorus to eat from pieces of his flesh.

Eastre Bunnie, I:
The rabbit comes out, sees the ox and thinks it’s the monster from his vision. He runs and hides.

Ox, UR:
The ox marks the foreheads of the people with ashes from the fire but not the rabbit. The marks are a sign to Ishtar that they have obeyed the ox.

Ishtar, 8 Pointed Star:
Ishtar arrives, a woman arrayed with the sun, and the moon beneath her feet, and on her head was a crown of twelve stars, and she was pregnant, sees the marks on the foreheads and approves. When she sees the rabbit with no mark she is pissed.

Eastre Bunnie, I:
The rabbit is crucified.

Ox, UR:
The ox delivers a prayer during the crucifixion. Bless, O’ Lord, we beseech thee, this Thy creature, born of egg, that it may become a wholesome symbol to Thy faithful servants of the coming of the light which is Spring.

Ishtar, 8 Pointed Star:
Ishtar departs leaving a basket of eggs.

Ox, UR:
The ox delivers the moral of the story. And so it was. And so it is.

Easter Bunnie, I:
What do you get when you put two of Eastre’s hares in a fiery pit?

Ox, UR:
Hot, Cross Bunnies!
Hot Cross Buns!
Hot Cross Buns!
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Hot Cross Buns!
If you have no daughters,
Pray give them to your sons!
One a penny,
Two a penny,
Hot Cross Buns!

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poetry by Eric Jennings