Floating a Question

Don’t you think it should be said
That no one’s answered well, yet?
Intending no disrespect

To any of the humans
Whose bodies lived all their lives
As bodies roughly the same

Sizes, spans, and repertoires,
Same needs and functions, same hearts
And lungs and guts, and then died,

They fell out of this same boat,
This same ship of Theseus
That you find yourself sailing.

They left lots of notes and maps
But they’re not here now, are they?
And the boat is still at sea.