Love Billy Collins? Well, this isn’t quite Billy Collins. It’s Quintus Ni’s take on the end of the world. Says Shirley Sun, “A little bit dark, but it’s very attractive. LOVE the last part of this poem!!”

By Quintus Ni

Tilting earth,

Churning sea,

Erupting volcano,

Doomsday is coming.

Life is approaching an end:

Carnival!

The city’s dignity is falling;

The proud civilization is crying:

Crazy!

The heaven and the earth change their position.

The sun is no more rising.

Everything is swallowed unscrupulously by water and fire.

The monsters are busy escaping

With no time left for  biting.

Proud and humble

Are fleeing on the road.

Truth, kindness and beauty, and the false, the ugly and the evil

All destroyed together,

With only a pile of ruins remaining,

Nothing is left.

And there’s no room for brash fire.

Everything is in peace.

No hunger or war–

No more suffering or tears will be left.

I am sitting at the luxurious crystal table

Enjoying the last supper

And appreciating the collapsing world

As if it is a wonderful drama–

That rebirth in despair

Accompanied by the violent symphony.

Doomsday Editor: Doreen Yuan