He tugged the cord

The umbilical doom,

And laughed through tears

As the bad stuff gushed,

Sloshing over and down

On something that used to be a rabbit.

White fur tossed

Like experimental salad,

Brain matter ceasing to matter

With each explosion,

Until perfection remained

Perched in a fresh crimson mess.

“It’s beautiful!” he gasped.

“Kill me...” it gurgled.