Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian at 9:30 AM
in Princess Mary's Maternity
on the 24th May, years ago today,
by the ankle, smacked across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket howling a wheel.
My big brother Iain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a through the mud
by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a heaving mountain of hoops.
I am
You are
Nothing
Death within a
Petrified on the back of a pedallo in the Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek to us from the beach,
drifting out of reach,
the telephone swinging by its cord,
a of broken beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips the coffin
a polaroid of his
Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and there behold a chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish hovering in the hair.
In the of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a sack of - a flurry of pins
squashed into the handle
a moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my with The Magic Sponge
Dad 'we'll probably have to chop them off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod poking a hole his shin
There are in his moustache
a flute of champagne
down the aisle and out for a
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the wedding
A crystal
A tankard
these inscribed upon the base:
RETIREMENT BEST GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the brim curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with smoke
within braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the tweed
cradling a false
a ceramic
with an ashtray for a
- and I don't care about things
Why do they remain so clear the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A Rington's
a forking hairline seam of superglue the Black Gate
a photoframe
on an blurry orange thumb
I remember all things
Old karate
I am tethered by things
and pesatas
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 wasn't to be.
He was the most beautiful thing that I had seen.
He survived for seven
before he away