'Dormitories' by Mary Lansdown

In the past they have turned us into dormitories

Rows and rows of the same beds, made in the same way,

The same colour mugs hung-up on the same row of hooks.

They made the world into a cold room, with us lined up in neat rows

So they knew where we all were, so they could see if we went missing

Because they didn't want us anywhere else

And then they could make us the way they wanted us

Like row after row of dormitory beds

Stripped back and made the way that they wanted us

All sealed up with hospital corners

With the sheets tight and tucked like an envelope

And us pinned in their beds, each like a letter from a different world.