Carefully placing their hoofs on the rubble, horses crossed; dogs, coyotes, beetles,
lizards all species but fish walked, crawled or slithered across what looked like the
alluvium an ancient river had left behind.

I picked my way over and between mineral-stained rocks, listening for the roar of feral
waters that would draw me into a tsunami's deadly curl.

When the river returned I stood on its shore craning to see floating downstream
the bones of dinosaurs, giant sloths, wooly mammoths, sabre-toothed tigers...
In lieu of this, the River God poured out a riddle: In what form
of being will your
species survive?