A poem I wrote - what do you think?

Always before, we regenerated past eras
Undigging victories and building on abstractions.

But this millenia is a new birth of capacity, of cultivation.

Tongues are incapable of speech, yet fingertips discern the dialect we lost.

What was black is now red, though we can’t see it of ourselves.

Lead is in our veins, adrenaline retired, with only the thought to be, but not live.

Love is young, short-lived, and disesteemed.
‘Ti amo tanto’ é diventato ‘Mi piaci tanto’. 
Iron creatures pave through mother’s secret places
We take what she already gives and give her blood as compensation.

Tears are characterized, resentment blooms in my father’s garden
We traded one casket for another more shapely.

Sucklings are seasoned, their youth unnamed;
Pensioners are not buried, but erased.
Numbers circuit faster than stars at the will of our blue moon,
Trimming breath and framing the soul.
Our terminus is already on the threshold.