Oh Holy Aloe

Oh thorny friend,
in your house of clay.
You say nothing
of the torment.

Oh listless form,
so full of holes,
Who's been nibbling
on you, Aloe?

My skin is unbroken,
a balloon of life.
Where are the scars
of my deeds?

Is it that humans
aren't born to heal?
Or maybe, we're just
not all that useful.