Unsee by Mona Mehas

TW* police violence, racism, George Floyd murder and the D. Chauvin trial

Knee on neck

Nine and a half minutes

Three others watch.

Young woman with phone

We can’t unsee

His face all over

People in streets

Election, sedition

Eleven months pass.

Eyes of a man

Over mask, he listens

While his fate is read.

Three others wait

Wishing they could

Unsee.

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“I wrote this poem while watching the trial as I describe. I was taken by the fear and hatred in his eyes. It was such a timely poem I couldn't find a place to publish it then it became dated.”

Mona Mehas (she/her) a retired, disabled teacher, writes about growing up poor, accumulating grief, and climate change. In 2020, she watched every Star Trek show and movie in chronological order. Mona is recently published in Words & Whispers, Grim and Gilded, and many other journals. Follow on Twitter @Patienc77732097.