The Smokestacks Like the Arms of Gods

The title comes from bruce sprig steds a song yugstown, where there's a line in there about smoke stacks rising up like the arms of god. It's what the story is essentially, as it's like apantasy world remix of a, something roughly along the lines of sit down strikes that built the c i o unions in the 19 thirties. And those ifdefinitely y o comet, you know, i mean, this is, as i said, i im buna,. part of the reason tha im not writing short stories now, is that most writing that i do now has to be jackob in magazine.