everything is erotic

the grass grew green over the grave of Turtle Bill,
long ago buried by sean the big-dicked barefoot boy in the month
of june.
it had been a strange little burial ceremony,
just sean the big-dicked barefoot boy,
his friend jeff, also well-endowed and barefoot,
and, in fact, totally naked,
as were both boys at this burial ceremony
for Turtle Bill, sean and jeff--just
the three of them. it was a hot
sunny morning in a sweaty sweltering june,
and Turtle Bill had just up and died.
there he was inanimate in his aquarium
one morning, slightly stinking, and
his skin milky gray.
sean the big-dicked barefoot boy had
put Turtle Bill into a shoebox,
called up jeff,
and off they went into the far edge
of a distant meadow, for
the ceremony.
sean and jeff stripped
off all their clothes,
dug a shallow grave,
placed the box containing Turtle Bill
into that grave,
and then sean and jeff covered it up.
there was no marker.
"he was a good turtle," said sean.
"i liked him," said jeff.
then,
the two naked big-dicked boys
stood there beside the grave
of sean's turtle.
sean and jeff kissed each
other on the lips, and fondled
each other's dicks until
they each spurted cum,
a fitting salute to
Turtle Bill, they thought,
who, as far they knew,
had never gotten to have
anything even remotely related
to sex, but
who should have,
in a better world,
in a fine and more-perfect
place.

--Carl Miller Daniels (2011)