Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am by Caesarian section at 9:30 AM
in Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked the bum,
swaddled in a blanket like a wheel.
My big brother on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
important
Death within a
Petrified on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek waving to us the beach,
drifting out of reach,
the telephone reciever by its cord,
a of broken beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips into the
a polaroid of his
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I peer over the side,
my nose up to the tide,
and there behold a barracuda chewing on a
and a family of clownfish hovering in the hair.
In the of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a of flour - a flurry of pins
into the leather handle
a crescent moon of fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers The Magic Sponge
Dad says probably have to chop them off'.
He like a canvas tent on the floodlit astroturf
with a fibula guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are in his moustache
charging a flute of
down the aisle and out for a
A St.John ambulance careers the sugary pillars of the wedding cake
A crystal
A pewter
words inscribed upon the base:
HAPPY BEST GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the brim curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco
within it's braids a rank
of plastic soldiers set to underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the tweed
cradling a false
a ceramic
with an for a brain
- and I don't about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved disappear?
A plate
a hairline seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a digital
on an blurry orange thumb
I all these things
Old trophies
I am by these things
Thimbles and
I remember all things
A roll of Woolworth's price
I can see all these but
where have all my people
In the end it meant to be.
He was the most beautiful that I had ever seen.
He survived for days
he slipped away