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,
in a blanket howling like a wheel.
My big brother Iain on his tip-toes 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, a ball through the mud
by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a heaving of spaghetti hoops.
I am
You are
important
Death within a
on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my Derek waving to us from the beach,
drifting out of reach,
the telephone reciever by its cord,
a glass of beer expanding on the lino.
My mam into the coffin
a of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly 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 into the leather
a crescent moon of fig-wasps.
Drizzling my with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably to chop them off'.
He collapses like a tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod poking a through his shin
There are in his moustache
a flute of champagne
down the and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the cake
A spoon
A tankard
these words inscribed the base:
HAPPY RETIREMENT BEST GRANDDAD IN THE
A toby jug filled to the brim with curtain
A sheepskin rug with tobacco smoke
it's braids concealed a rank
of soldiers set to burst underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the tweed
a false pearl
a ceramic
with an for a brain
- and I don't care these things
Why do remain so clear while the faces of my loved ones disappear?
A plate
a hairline seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a digital
frozen on an blurry orange
I remember all these
Old karate
I am tethered by things
Thimbles and
I all these things
A roll of Woolworth's price
I can see all these but
where have all my gone?
In the end it meant to be.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He survived for days
before he slipped