LPiA-24 Nov. 7

[Magpie]

Seven

I am the greatest of all the single digit numbers.

Evens are too agreeable,
complying with each other
in their division
and multiplication.

Awkward odds are the best,
the primes even better.
So farewell to nine and onto five,
five the deceiver too amenable to be odd.
Conveniently half of the base 
whose name shall not be mentioned.

That leaves one and three and me
-- Eddington's number.
One is singular yet makes all,
ironically lacking a uniqueness.
Triumphant three
small enough to be visualised
trio, triangle, trinity

but me.

Seven,

revered in antiquity long before Galileo
perfected his telescope
and turned it towards the Pleiades.
Soon after which the classical planets
were no more
and my significance dwindled.

I have no care for being lucky.
My greatness seemingly lies
in archaic remnants, hanging gardens.
Others may make their claims in hope
but you know and I know

I am the greatest of all the single digit numbers.