Little Rabbit
It is inspired by the Taoist myth told of a young soldier, Hu Tianbao, who fell madly in love with a pompous government official and took to mooning over him. The bigwig did not notice until after the unfortunate day when Hu was caught spying on the dignitary whilst he was in the bathhouse. Enraged, the man had Hu beaten to death ~ whether this was plain old fashioned homophobia or social snobbery towards a humble soldier for daring to lust after an Imperial flunky is ambiguous.
When the poor soldier arrived before King Yan, judge of the dead, it was deemed that he had died for love and so was not deserving of infernal punishments. The case was sent to the celestial realms, where it was adjudged that Hu should be raised up as a god and renamed Tu-Er-Shen, the Rabbit God. He has been a patron of gay lovers ever since.
His cult became prominent in his home province of Fu Jian for a while, dwindled dramatically under Communism, but has recently revived in some areas of the world colonised by Chinese ex-pats. He is considered by Taoists to be a rather shy god who appreciates all offerings and praise (hopefully including this poem).
I'd love to create an altar for Tu-Er-Shen with a statue, such as the one featured in the photograph, but doubt I will locate such a thing in this country. So I'm trying to work out how best to make one!
Little Rabbit lies bleeding,
When the poor soldier arrived before King Yan, judge of the dead, it was deemed that he had died for love and so was not deserving of infernal punishments. The case was sent to the celestial realms, where it was adjudged that Hu should be raised up as a god and renamed Tu-Er-Shen, the Rabbit God. He has been a patron of gay lovers ever since.
His cult became prominent in his home province of Fu Jian for a while, dwindled dramatically under Communism, but has recently revived in some areas of the world colonised by Chinese ex-pats. He is considered by Taoists to be a rather shy god who appreciates all offerings and praise (hopefully including this poem).
I'd love to create an altar for Tu-Er-Shen with a statue, such as the one featured in the photograph, but doubt I will locate such a thing in this country. So I'm trying to work out how best to make one!
Little Rabbit lies bleeding,
His beloved unheeding
Of the scarlet on the
tiles.
Little Rabbit lies weeping,
His brief memories seeping
Whilst his harsh assassin smiles.
Little Rabbit loves him
still,
This lord who has
caused such ill,
Has worshipped him from
afar.
Little Rabbit gazed, yearning,
Unrequited love burning,
Leaves its own soul-searing scar.
Little Rabbit kneels spying,
Beneath his lord’s veil
prying,
Humble soldier needs to
know.
Little Rabbit blind to pride,
High Lord wanted no man-bride
Raging, scorning, lays him low.
Little Rabbit eyes
dimming,
Faces in the pool
brimming,
Distorted souls reflect
true.
Little Rabbit slips the coil
Leaves behind such fruitless toil
From bloody bathhouse soul flew.
Little Rabbit sits
dreaming
Whilst turns a full
moon’s gleaming,
Before King Yan’s divine
throne.
Little Rabbit heaven sent
Ensures now no love unspent
That no man should die unknown.
Little Rabbit, Tu Er
Shen,
Grants the love of men
to men,
Brother bucks beneath
the pelt.
Little Rabbit made divine
Fleshed by such love, yours and mine,
In each caress he is felt.
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