Day 11...Random science museum generator

 Ohm machine to prove Ohm's law

Flow gives to flow,
measure in colombs and jewels (sic),
doves and stones, the capacitor and the resistance.

I is R and E is I , R formula-
Ohm is proving ohm again

Storage jar for chaste-tree seeds

I keep them in the dark room, in a cool jar-
the seeds stay pure -  no friction, split, 
no suddening green shoot.

The chaste tree stands alone,
is blossom for itself. Make tea if you are thirsty,
boil desires to essence, sip them slow.

Remember, I am just apothecary-
Kill or cure, what do I know?


On the worrying amount of surgical implements

Speculum rust, silver dilator, ebony trephine,
Speculum for the illuminated spirit (aural),
Speculum steel large, reticulator small.

Sheffield forceps, canulae 1,2,3, widening their necks,
Clamp for the flow, retractor for the narrow cage,
Heavy drill for jawjaw, a great god vascular gauge.

Pair of beaked bone cutters, probe and guillotine,
Kit of nested instruments, screw and knife, syringe,
One slender scalpel in a milky shell.

Yet, talismans and cuneiform prescriptions,
Amulet goddess vs amulet blue beetle. 

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