A visitor in passing

Fill a barrel for myself
alone and stubborn

Assist me in this means of now
for I have but only a gallon

Strength and strife
to fill your pot
in a faded presence of millions

Tell me this,
for what does it matter

I cannot bare soul,
when I do not know the answer

A hollowed bark
disguising centuries of pails

A visitor in passing
crawling for a passion

Structured,
joined and fastened

A fusion
Lying in the matter.