An American AsylumA Poem by WhilesJohn Braidwood loved his whiskey
more than his family business But teaching the deaf was what he did until debtor's prison in 1811. When he came to the New World, gave the english Collectors the slip he landed at Fort McHenry before the rockets' red glare. He drank up a colonel's money and landed in New Amsterdam and back in the can; wrote humbly to the good man who came with shackles and frowns and saving grace. He started the first American school for deaf children in Baltimore under the eagle eye of the military man who was soon drafted leaving Braidwood to a slow, drunken death. © 2008 Whiles |
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