Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at AM
in Princess Mary's Maternity
on the 24th May, years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked 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 kitchen window, 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 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 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 Bear I gingerly over the side,
press my up to the tide,
and behold a barracuda 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 flour - a flurry of
squashed into the handle
a moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers with The Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably to chop them off'.
He collapses like a tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are in his moustache
charging a of champagne
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 RETIREMENT GRANDDAD IN THE WORLD
A toby jug to the brim with curtain hooks
A rug discoloured with tobacco smoke
within it's concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to underfoot
Berwick in oils: a on the swollen tweed
cradling a pearl
a ceramic
an ashtray for a brain
- and I care about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the of my loved ones disappear?
A Rington's
a forking hairline seam of superglue through the Gate
a photoframe
frozen on an blurry thumb
I remember all things
Old karate
I am tethered by these
Thimbles and
I all these things
A roll of price stickers
I can see all these but
have all my people gone?
In the end it meant to be.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He for seven days
he slipped away