We watch the men compete from the stands. Men speak. The risk is palpable. We sit on the stoop and watch the men speak and touch each other. The risk is palpable. The mound the pubis the mouth. Divisible into a body, a superior ramus and an inferior ramus. The men want to softly touch each other, they want to caress and rub. The men lift their uniforms and cup their own chests. They smack each other. The men inhibit, the men silence. Sometimes they kill.