Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am by Caesarian section at 9:30 AM
in Princess Mary's Maternity
on the May, sixty years ago today,
by the ankle, smacked across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket like a wheel.
My big brother Iain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't him'.
He's Maradona, I'm 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 of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek waving to us the beach,
drifting out of reach,
the reciever swinging by its cord,
a glass of broken beer on the lino.
My mam slips into the
a of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck I peer gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and there a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a of clownfish hovering in the corpse's hair.
In the scullery of the cub-hut my falls
into a sack of - a flurry of pins
squashed into the leather
a crescent moon of fig-wasps.
Drizzling my with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably have to chop off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the astroturf
rent with a guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are teardrops in his
charging a of champagne
down the and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance between the sugary pillars of the wedding cake
A spoon
A pewter
words inscribed upon the base:
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the brim with hooks
A rug discoloured with tobacco smoke
it's braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst
in oils: a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a pearl
a ceramic
with an for a brain
- and I don't about these things
Why do they so clear while the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A Rington's
a forking seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a photoframe
frozen on an orange thumb
I remember all things
Old trophies
I am tethered by these
and pesatas
I all these 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 I had ever seen.
He survived for seven
he slipped away