Full Metal Oji-Cree

this is the transsensorium

there are indo-robo-women fighting cowboys on the frontier

& winning finally

the premodern is a foundation for the postmodern

wintermute, tessier-ashpool, armitage

theyve revived us via neuromancy

but i am the necromancer

when i tell my mother i need kin

she sends me ten

weve all been subjected to zombie imperialism

dying in the sprawl of night city wpg

your world feels ontological

because it is the nexus of adaptation & appropriation

old abelardlindsay|abrahamlincoln told me

that i was too loyal to my gene-line

that the point is that “we” live

i tell him there is no “i” in that “we”

— never was

theres no room for white superiority in indigeneity

we were surviving

we are surviving

ive nullified your terra myths

i am more than props & backdrops

i am terræ filius

u: neocolumbus

i am terra full[ofus]

(do ndns in space become settlers too[questionmark])

now is our time

to show off our copper skin, shimmer

free-fall headdress & robomoccasins

this pink & white gridwork is my technobeadwork

our (ab)use value has increased

i am the punk in amer[in]cyber[dian]

the posthuman is innately ndn

when novelty is horrific

i tell you: this is the extraterrarium

were not mothers, were police

the prehuman becomes the precursor to (rez)urrect

the posthuman in the transhuman

so fuck you

well survive this too

like the cat ive nine times to die

like the woman i ask:

how can you live so large

& leave so little for the rest of us[questionmark]

ive outlived colonial virology

slayed zombie imperialism

us ndns sure are some bad ass biopunks

            wearesurvivingthrivingdyingtogetitright

This poem is an excerpt of a longer poem.

Joshua Whitehead, "Full Metal Oji-Cree" from full-metal indigiqueer. Copyright © 2017 by Talonbooks.

Source: full-metal indigiqueer (Talonbooks, 2017)