Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at AM
in Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the May, sixty years ago today,
by the ankle, smacked across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket like a wheel.
My big Iain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a 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 glass of beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips the coffin
a of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck I peer gingerly over the side,
my nose up to the tide,
and there behold a barracuda chewing on a
and a family of hovering in the corpse's hair.
In the scullery of the my clarinet falls
a sack of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed the leather handle
a crescent of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll have to chop them off'.
He collapses like a tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula poking a hole through his shin
There are teardrops in his
charging a flute of
down the and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the cake
A crystal
A pewter
these words inscribed upon the
HAPPY RETIREMENT GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco
within it's braids concealed a
of soldiers set to burst underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the tweed
cradling a false
a seraph
with an ashtray for a
- and I don't about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved disappear?
A Rington's
a forking hairline seam of superglue through the Gate
a photoframe
frozen on an blurry thumb
I all these things
Old trophies
I am by these things
and pesatas
I all these things
A of Woolworth's price stickers
I can see all things 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 slipped