Three, three the rivals (IP)

Three, three the rivals
Chased six across quads
Through Madison Square Gardens
Up pyramids, down stairs
(Their flight of prime numbers
Did not slow the pursuit).

Six, six, five the fearful
Lost one to subtraction.
The traction of fractal glass
Sliced his heels, left him
To count time down to zero.

Five, five, four the dreading
Rounded them down,
(Or was it one of them up?)
Whilst the three, three the rivals, got closer

Yet four became two, rooted in dismay
Denied their remainder to parlay

Then indivisibly one, now the three must declare.

Three, three the rivals; two had one
Whilst one had four. The game was up
Victory clear. You can count on that.