(Biopsy)

He is a man carved from witness wood
and tonight they will cut him open.

Whispers ate his tongue
and people failed to ask after him.

As they tear at his flesh to let in borrowed light
his body splinters and edges its way under their nails.

No men with warmth in their fingers or an inkling
of privacy, no women with a shred of public sympathy.

They fling his body open.
They dismantle him with effortless crime.

Behold the human mess inside           cue a surgeon’s wail.
Blood-and-bone strokes warped beyond recognition.

What ages he has lived through                           what ruinous tides have
claimed him            not unlike the waters that claimed the SS Ventnor.

And having cast off the grain of his years into hallowed seas
he traded fear                   for a nightmare of snakes.

Inside he could be dancing
his feet as light as music.         Inside he could be snow.

Extraction after extraction           there is no consensus
on who will keep his soul, who will keep his bones.

When their cruel exercise is over
when they have retrieved                       what they never needed

what remains is a man of a thousand regrets.
The insects bury themselves in his swollen dark.

Chris Tse
Published in How to be Dead in a Year of Snakes (AUP, 2014).

It’s around this time 20 years ago that I was putting the final touches on my thesis for the MA in Creative Writing at the International Institute of Modern Letters. My thesis was split into three sections, one of which contained the earliest versions of poems that would eventually become my first book, How to be Dead in a Year of Snakes. Some of these poems made it into the final version of the collection untouched, but that first go at telling the story of Joe Kum Yung only scratched the surface of the themes I’d ultimately explore.

‘(Biopsy)’ wasn’t written during that period – it came along much later and was prompted by an unlikely source: the television series Desperate Housewives. In episode two of season seven, Bree Van de Kamp’s contractor and love interest Keith Watson shows her some timber that he wants to use as panelling for her study. “Feel it,” he instructs her. “You know what they call this? Witness wood, ’cause it’s seen so much history.” I’d never heard the term ‘witness wood’ before; later I learned that it specifically refers to salvaged and repurposed wood from structures that were present during significant events. You never know when you’ll see or hear something that’ll give you the start of a new poem. I certainly didn’t expect that watching the melodrama and sexual tension unfold on Wisteria Lane would also give me the start of one of Snakes’ key poems. 

Having spent some time revisiting my first book over the past couple of years, to mark its 10th anniversary and to prepare for the audiobook recording, I see the beginnings of themes and concerns that continue to pop up in my later work. ‘(Biopsy)’ is one of my first attempts at untangling the complications of writing about history and the power imbalance that goes with it. In some ways ‘(Biopsy)’ is a small meta moment in the collection that comments on the writing of the book itself and the use of Joe Kum Yung as a source of trauma to drive the narrative forward. Lionel Terry used Joe Kum Yung to make a point about ‘the Yellow Peril’ – as writers, how do we navigate our own biases and motivations when it comes to writing about other people and historical events, even if we’re doing so with the best intentions?

Chris Tse

Chris Tse is a poet and editor based in Te Whanganui-a-Tara | Wellington. He is the author of three poetry collections published by Auckland University Press: How to be Dead in a Year of Snakes, HE’S SO MASC, and Super Model Minority. He and Emma Barnes edited Out Here: An Anthology of Takatāpui and LGBTQIA+ Writers from Aotearoa. In 2022, Chris was named New Zealand’s 13th Poet Laureate and completed his term in August 2025. He was a 2024 fellow of the University of Iowa’s International Writing Program Fall Residency and a 2025 Nederlands Letterenfonds writer in residence.