Greetings, @josediccus.
I ran into your poem on a day that feel more disappointed than ever about humanity.
The poem creates disturbing images of what we may be or what we may have become.
If there was something good about humanity it must have been as ephimeral as childhood

a skin to taste the cream cones
the sonorous smiles of young ones
as they reflect pure innocence
as they murder our hostility in cold blood
with the tiny curve in their smiles.

As of right now, judging by our dealings on earth, we were either invaded and substituted by some alien entities or we have just made up stories of an ancient past of immense possibilities that will never materialize.

It is as if we live only

creating reveries of a hallucinated world
where we shall live again