All Flesh is Grass and here's the Proof

Read Peter Cheevers' short story published by Ether books at:
 http://catalog.etherbooks.com/Authors/1118 

Below is a short extract:
The cavernous church in its architectural pomposity made the three other attendees kneeling on pews look conspicuous. JonJo mumbled “Fecking pensioners... de only one who come here. Come on, let’s get the bloody ting over wit.”                                                                                        

So the two boys having found a suitably dolorous statue of our Lord Jesus Christ dutifully knelt. JonJo looked up at this piece of marble and thought, what is the point? ‘Dat is a dead ting, a piece of marble.’ But a defender of a faith not yet existing might point out that the difference between JonJo and the statue was only temporal. For if the statue was ground into a powder, mixed into the earth, out of which plants grow, which in turn animals eat and in turn the animals are eaten by you JonJo, thereby creating a circularity of you being here and praying before this statue of our Lord, Jesus Christ. What then?’
‘What... are yeh going on about?’
‘No need for the metaphysical, a real world transubstantiation.’
But the older boy had more immediate needs than dialectics with Diderot types and might have said, ‘Yeh tink you’re the real hair oil but you are talking a load of bollocks. Sorry, for deh language Mrs.’