. On the Question of Enes Kanter How do heroes take a stand above the skyline? How face off sharp machinery that spades the earth, Converting humans into demons by the roots— Machines that grind distinctive features off a face To turn men to a twitch of its assembly line, Each be a bitch that wills to work for demon worth And wants to lace their fellows down in quaking boots To mud them into cud that dams the human race? What kind of power, mental grit, what strength of mind, Character, resilience and clarity, What mettle, backbone, upright personality, What heart breeds men of class and dignity, What makes one person show the crux of humankind? What safe hands block the withering shots of perfidy? What arms have reached to outstretch lazy luxury? What independent legs have out-leapt prize and fee? Against the present’s odd perversions, why stand up? Why does Enes Kanter choose to be above, Why not lie in seemly comfort with the rest? Such questions are below this man’s nobility. Is his the drunken swagger of the courage cup? The vain adrenalin of winning push and shove? Another marker on the statistician’s test? Each printed pump jumps from heart-felt profundity. Each tweet and video swings high validity. How opposition drops to anonymity When deep soul’s fair compassion is set free. . . Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom.