Lifecycle of a tumour

Nobody knows exactly when
A tumour comes into existence -
The precise moment when
Mutation rears its ugly head;
The body, initially indifferent,
Busy in its everyday chores
Against a few bacteria and viruses,
Remains oblivious to obscenities of future.

The tumour grows, unopposed
Fed by the fuel for ordinary cells,
Encoded with silent underground tactics
Until criticality is achieved.
Then commences a mass movement
Of self cloning; a hysteria too poweful
To resist; a current too smooth for discomfort.

But like all greed under the Sun
The fuel eventually runs out;
And the body breaks down,
Or should I say, breaks itself down?
Then come the desperate therapies,
Chemo, radio, hormone, immuno...
Alas! Transients become the only reality.

Alas! The source, the first mutant cell
Has long gone by now... What remains
Is the aftermath, and a sad demise
Of what we at present call the State.