KOO'S HEAD:  I know how, when and where to die now, DB
DOC'S BED:   Go on  . . .
KH :               Andalucia. . ... .The question being  whether to w(h)ither on the w(h)ine
                  or whether - whatever the weather -  just to wither      rain      or    shine
DB :               ? Bluntly
KH :              To curl up with the QueerGenius      with a bullet through the brain
                 Or let the sun  in Spain  fall manly, unmanly     pain
DB :               Lorca ?
KH :             To die not on the winter solstice but in the days subsequent; 
                 when the sun  emerge from its gloomiest.
                 For Hope to raise her treasured head;  
                 then,  and only then,  to shove it, sun-blind,  where the sun   don't shine . .
DB :              You say it straight, KH      on a plate
                 but to self-desecrate  ? ...   ..   self defecate  ?   .  .
KH :             Self-dessicate !, DB   ..            Lorca     . .  all is possible   !