Fate's broom

 Studies first as clock ticks
A simplified existence
Being disturbed is a brick
that cracks and fragments

all over the classroom floor
A piece of it fits his hand so sure
fits his rage and violence flows out
Not like clumsy angry shouts

but divine focused will
yet the cycle of revenge spills
circles like the serpent attempts to tangle
curling back around to squeeze and sink fangs in

Wise and oh so patient and bright
won't drown in the uncontrollable tide
but use it's secrets to get back to dryland
The chaos and hostility now under beach sand

When the pen is clasped
and studies resume
the assailant be swept
by fate's steel tine broom