In 1745
In 1745, the apothecary
Time stands still, peering at the past
The chemists lived making potions
Between dust and rats
Gadgets like compasses hung
Amidst glass vials and bronze knobs
Keys to hidden compartments
Silver ladles and candelabras
Joseph Black isolates CO2
An odd phenomena of “fixed air.”
The healers of the early ages
The fearful labelled witches
And, often then burned
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