In The Bunker

 In The Bunker
  
 With the press and senate
 pounding down the door,
 it was a time for close friends.
  
 Careful eyes, close hands,
 cool as a stick of Airwick,
 Kissinger said nothing
  
 as red digital
 ran through Haig's brain
  
 :THE TOUGH GET GOING:
  
 Little Nixon
 filling his awful hands
 with tears, prayers
 and snot.