It's a not entirely unproductive conceit to consider weapons as being something more than machines, as having personalities, perhaps, likenesses to the humanThe artillery tonight started it all in my mind, but how much it is like a generative process except that its end is so different The imagery was a little unfamiliar to him; he noted the sexual symbols with some distaste, thought of DiVecchio The howitzer like a queen bee I suppose being nurtured by the common dronesThe phallus-shell that rides through a shining vagina of steel, soars through the sky, and then ignites into the earthThe earth as the poet's image of womb-mother, I suppose Even the language for artillery commands, the obviously coarse connotationsPerhaps it satisfies an unconscious satisfaction in us serving the Death-MotherSpread trails, level your bubbles, lay the pieceI recall that training class I inspected, the amusement of the trainees at that terminology, and the junior officer saying, "If you can't put the shell in that big hole, I don't know what you'll do when you get older Perhaps it's a notion worth analyzingAny psychoanalytical work on it? But d