Calvary. What the One Thief Saw

It has come to this.In a way, I'm glad.
The dank, dark daysIn the cell.
My partner's constant rehearsal of our Foul-ups.
The robbery gone bad in the uprising.
So quickly to the street.
Wooden beam thrust
On our backs.
Rome's disgust shown,
Block by block,
Curses and floggings.
Onlookers puzzled.
Faces without mercy.
Out of town,
The hill beneath
Glowering skies.
The "skull place"
Where justice leers.
The drop, the stretch,
The pounded nails,
The screaming shock.
Crucified!
...Passing time
Stupefies.
Another is with us,
Quiet wretch.
With a following,
No less.
(No women wept for us.
No rabbis scurrying.)
Who can he be?
He shares the pain,
The taunts, the shame.
His face is peace,
His battered frame
Puts up no fight.
What's that? His name
Is Jesus.
Princely sort.
I'm drawn to Him!