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Wokiksuye
—in borrowed language in honor and memory of Bill Ice Like a horse’s tail so thick, black down past his waist beautiful. Wanyaka. Chemotherapy— white man’s man-made cancer . . . doesn’t distinguish between good or bad cells . . . just kills. The spirit is connected to the hair at the crown—pahin hocoka. The hair falls the spirit goes, the will is connected no more. Leukemia— cancer of the White Blood Cell. Lakota wicasa Oglala wica Ha Luta Oyate wicozani sni Kuja, unsika Canku Wakan o mani ma wanagi o mani wasigla ceya wokiksuye wokiksuye wopilamaye miksuya Canku Luta o mani Canku Waste o mani wohitika iyomakpi, iyomakpi ake—anpetu anpetu waste I knew him well.