being that cruel cowardly mobbery [of family]

what my poem is about: rescue
i met her one fateful day 
and it was to be the worst day of my life
though i didn't know it at the time
and then a bare twelve years later
the idiocy repeated itself
and i thought it was going to be better
and it wasn't oh it wasn't
but it took me longer much longer
to work out that one was as toxic as her mother

two women of the worst there have ever been
and both probably yes certainly
as neurodiverse as myself too
but not what they claimed the first was
in her spymaster's cover
of equally terrifying prognosis
because what she was was never polar
and never a pillar of anything close
to what one might term community at all at all

black widows being what they both were
and in fact still are for sure
being women capable
of widowing their menfolk whilst they're still alive
and through their stratagems
of cruel cunning always without the us
just women who weaponise
their every word and act
against the fact that humans are just that

because unforgiving is their first name
and unforgivable their last
where precisely both become the outcome
of coming out as sharp and clear as any assassins
and hateful like none in the history of humanity
and abusive as per the worst whores
of political graft on those rafts of irish river
when the personnel that staff the offices
which back those who break into splinters

all the democratic instincts
and all the technological fingerprints
that could've saved us
from the foolish hubris of the zuckerbergs
of pornographic advert networks
all connected and joined up
to the greater glory of the altmans of these days
where fucking with a human being's head
is quite the right thing to do

and so they think for sure
that daughter and mother i was writing about earlier
that they have zero to do with THIS world
now bleeding at both the seams
and at the most unseemly
of global violences
but actually these two women
as per many other humans
have lived lives of absolute choice

and are intimately at fault
both and each
for choosing an easier life such an easier one
of material possessives
like grammatical strictures of the most frightful
that serve only to throttle change
and make their beloved
just rags and tags and sagging supports
to be ripped into strips

and then the intellectual regressives
of smarmy logic and sophisticated sophistry
which have led them quite separately
to bottle that last moment and opportunity
to demonstrate a real and healthy ambition
and aspiration too
for them and me and theirs
and then us all together
to prove that kin could be very much more

than now it will ever be able to be
or should indeed i say and verily repeat
because in the "should" of all this
we are haughtily saying how we never failed
when actually we did and forcefully have ...
and so when at the level of family
unable to communicate savvily
how could we expect government
to rule any better

or succeed where as individuals all these years
we just preferred to choose and manifest our violence
and then fuck each other up
with purpose and intentionality
as aggressive as the most violent criminality
because in truth
that's been my experience
of nuclear and extended family both:
kin as a synonym of ALL that's bad in the human experience

and so i see it as it was
and will now always be
and so i sense it's time to move away forever
grateful that i am still way distant
from a suicide my own family imposed on me
and worked so hard in order to direct me towards
as if awarding me a solution
that would've absolved them
of all deep responsibility

and which would have meant
they would never have had to face the truth
of what still they are
being that cruel cowardly mobbery
of people you grow up with
thinking what they do to you
they do sincerely for you
when in reality
they wanted you to die all along

and so it ultimately comes to this
and for sure it does it does
and so it ends down in the pit of time's pendulum
hanging from figurative threads
as i tease out my next steps
because they won't involve anyone
from that which once
we could have affectionately called fam
and which in no way ever meant kindness of any kind

and as the offers begin to present themselves
now i work really hard to expunge
that which they said could not be expunged
being the capacity that family
and kin and sibling-hood
and cousinly beings multiple
has to convince you they are right
and you are wrong
and when you feel uncomfortable

the fault is all yours
and when they abuse and bully you
it's you who's doing the bullying
and you who's the abuser ...
because THAT'S the one undeniable achievement
of these two women
throughout the mouldering tapestry of their lives
and those family groupings which encroach on us
never liberating ever

and then all the cousins and uncles and fathers
and mothers and aunts of creeping witness
being what they ALL bear witness to:
that kin-hood is a kind of jail of the very worst
and perhaps at that
a panopticon too
where a surveillance of the most total
impresses on the brain born yet free
the rusting bars of increasingly imprisoning deeds

yes indeed it's true
for whilst people and friends of choice
are to be rejoiced and coveted
and embraced and hugged
and treasured and envied
in ways that ennoble us to do the best of things
family of the manner i have experienced
is a curse of the worst and much much more
and is surely finally

to be left irreversibly behind
when finally clearly proving
that its equally irreversible unkindnesses
will never revert to a forgiveness of redemption again
nor to the spirits of generosity
like ghostly figures capable of planing over us
in those magical moments when i looked out
through the child's eyes
which i learnt EVERYTHING from

with the newborn brain i was blessed with
once upon a time
for only then
through the family i grew up alongside
to discover how its innocence was to be ripped out
like strips flaying off
the thief's stinging back
as the blood of life still seeps and stains
the human being i am now determined to fully recover

wilfully leaving my past behind
where the past is the only country
it deserves to inhabit
for cruel
for violent
for abusive
for manipulative and for bullying
and for woman
child and man gone intentionally wrong

goodbye to you all
and to you all
fare thee as well
as you've never known in life
how properly to deliver on
nor how to forge or fashion
even wryly
nor express through compassion
never mind a truly felt passion:

yes i do i do i do
i wish you all luck
as you continue to fuck
with the heads of those
who really
by this time
and way before
and long ago
you should've learnt to love

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