Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am by Caesarian section at 9:30 AM
in Princess Maternity Hospital
on the May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked the bum,
swaddled in a howling like a wheel.
My big brother Iain on his hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the beyond a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
important
Death within a
Petrified on the back of a in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the of my uncle Derek waving to us from the beach,
gently 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
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I gingerly over the side,
my nose up to the tide,
and behold a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of hovering in the corpse's hair.
In the of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
a sack of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed the leather handle
a crescent moon of fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably to chop them off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod 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 pillars of the wedding cake
A spoon
A pewter
words inscribed upon the base:
HAPPY BEST GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug filled to the with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco
within braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst
Berwick in oils: a on the swollen tweed
cradling a false
a ceramic
with an ashtray for a
- and I don't care these things
Why do they so clear while the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A plate
a forking hairline seam of superglue the Black Gate
a digital
frozen on an orange thumb
I remember all things
Old trophies
I am by these things
and pesatas
I remember all things
A roll of price stickers
I can see all things but
where all my people gone?
In the end it wasn't to be.
He was the most beautiful that I had ever seen.
He for seven days
he slipped away