or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into the canvas and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the artwork's room and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski across the surface of the work waving at the author's name on the back.

But all they want to do is tie the piece to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.

from a poem by Billy Collins.