Perhaps if you lived for ten plus years
in half the space where you now keep your shoes
if you lived in a place
where nothing would bend and nothing would shatter
perhaps if your life was only a pattern
of whether you eat or whether you die
in a space half the size where you hang up your coat
perhaps if that space was a place that you shared
with a man half your age and twice your size
if you lived alone in a space so small
you could barely stand or spread your arms wide
perhaps if you lived for ten plus years
under those conditions
you would know in half that time
when a glass of ice water can make a man cry
it no longer matters
what crime he committed.