'And then there were three
whereas before there had been four
And then there were four or two.'
Thus spake the King.
No one dared ask what it meant.
He seemed satisfied by the beauty
of the logic that had arrived,
the royal hall now lightly radiant
as he arose from his throne
and the world fell away,
courtiers, battlements, and clouds,
and he rose like a piece of paper
on which his effigy had been traced
in dotted lines whose dots came loose
and flew away to a place in history
where nothing mattered.
And then there was one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem