A. Pronoun 



to me. 

          how should I define the limits of my concern the boundary between
          mine and not-mine the chime of the pronoun like a steel ring cast over
          what I know what I name what I claim what I own the whine of
          the pronoun hones its edges to keenness because there is power in the
          categorical that prides itself and plumps itself and proliferates till there
          is no room in here for anything but power till there is no air in here
          but there would be no need for air if you could learn to breathe in
          whatever I breathe out 

B. Noun 1

A pit or tunnel in 

the earth 
from which 

stones or ores or coal 
are taken 

by digging 
or by other methods. 

          because the earth does not gleam with the shine of the noun to dig
          into the earth is imperative to use my fingers or else to fashion more

rigid more perdurable fingers that cut or delve or sift or shatter
because we are more evolved than animals because to mine is not to
burrow because the earth is not for us to live in because the earth is
not precious in itself the earth is that from which what is precious is
taken what is scraped away or blasted away or melted away from
what my steeltipped fingers can display or sell or burn 

C. Noun 2

A device 

to explode 
when stepped upon 
or touched, 

or when approached 
by a ship, vehicle, 

or person. 

          my devise my device redefined by intent so thinskinned this earth is
          untouchable a sly simulacrum of innocence concealing an infinity of
          hairtrigger malice the cry of the noun sealed in a concentric sphere
          that sheaths its lethal secret in silence unapproachable it sings its
          unspeakable harvest in this field I have seeded with violence 

D. Verb 

To dig 
away or otherwise remove 

the substratum 
or foundation 

To sap. 
To ruin 

by slow degrees or secret means. 

          to dig is to build dark dwellings of negative space to knit a linked
          network of nothing the seams of the seemingly solid unravel the
          itch of erosion the scratch of collapse each absence the artifact of
          specific intention an abscess a crater a honeycomb of dead husks
          the home of the verb is founded on ruin the crime of the verb
          hollows out prisons and graves the rhyme of the verb tunnels
          from fissure to fracture from factory to faction from faultline
          to fate this foundation is equal parts atom and emptiness this
          fear invades fractally by rhizome and root what cement could
          salvage this crumbling concrete should I pledge my allegiance to
          unearthing or earth