Open Session
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Closed books. We simply couldn’t read them.
Open training sessions traced a line of logic
across our columns. It was errant. Non-existent.
¶ 2
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The real plan was made behind the double doors
behind the double doors and down the corridor.
¶ 3
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It was verbal and written on a whiteboard.
It was whispered and scrawled in note form.
It was a small look and a typed letter,
a phone call entirely untraceable.
¶ 4
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In the office was an audience of one.
There was no-one else to like, demur
or applaud. What was said would remain
behind closed doors. So we made notes
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on patterns which would never happen
in the game, runs they were never coached
to make, misleading chats with assistants,
tattoos and drills which threw us off the scent.
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