"Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die"

They have forgotten how to die

And so extend their killing life.
I and my tumour dearly fight.

Let's hope a double death is out.
I need to see my tumour dead

A tumour which forgets to die

But plans to murder me instead.
But I remember how to die

Though all my witnesses are dead.

But I remember what they said

Of tumours which would render them

As blind and dumb as they had been

Before the birth of that disease

Which brought the tumour into play.
The black cells will dry up and die

Or sing with joy and have their way.

They breed so quietly night and day,

You never know, they never say.

Harold Pinter