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This is in no relation to the song of the same name, I just thought the phrase fit. 
 
 
The high squeal of the Asian fashionista 
Disturbs the sanctuary 
Of the tomb being swept. 
The silent spirits always stir 
Under the rubber and leakage 
Of another loud motor. 
The old couple have only 
The dusty roots and crumbling walls 
To share a history. 
The dragon no longer returns to roost 
As those mangrove roots are gone 
Replaced by imported coral sands. 
The coming global bloodline 
Shall make even our fingerprints 
A replica of destruction.

Dust in the wind