The mauer

Was there ever a war truly more Antarcticly articulate that the cold war? No flashwork fireworks popping in the air for the all-out conflict party, waves of tension building but not boiling, never fully overflowing between men oceans across from one another, the slaughter siren never truly sounded. Fearful indeed were the many by the bitterness shared, mutual, but broken was the non-conflict battle by bringing down the great wall, the poison jab removed somewhat, the slumbering worries relieved….
            II
Everyone together took the breath, a new era moved toward, sparks never flew as they could have done, the flames stayed small, combat of competition and almosts.  Full metal arms race ensued, the threats of the great war plague coming to break point profoundly holding spectral weight at a certain time, like a looming shadow of will they or won’t they?
       III
The walls stones cleared, swept away for good the mauer, the great whore, came crunching, collapsing down , changed the face of Germany , of earth from that point onward, the iron curtain cut at last, I stood before the television at the time, a two year old witness to history in the making….looking back it hits me like a full force comet, the hit that must have had, dealt in terms of an events advent….truly only one superpower remains…little town called ‘murica.